My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Fresh out the federal buildin'
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
It's the Black Widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all: shoot outs and fist fights
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right
Back wit a classic, now gimme six mic's
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of crips Nike's
Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcom X
Guerillas beatin' on they chests, get it right on Malcom X
Just keep the peace, 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggas put his soul to rest, and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne in my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters

My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we try'na own Casino's
So we can all cop cribs like Pacino's
Come through in the '06 Benzito's
The fed's try'na shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin' man, we keep it goin' man
Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin' man
See, I do it for the fans, they'll never understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck Junior Mafia, that chapter's through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they can't undo
Whoever ridin' wit 'em, they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to the trial, even though I blew
Brooklyn style, that's how we do it
Ill gangstas and ain't got to prove it

My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Now a party ain't a party till the Queen come through
You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club wit my clique, though, glass full of Cris-tal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch, though
Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get-go
Then I showed the hood, the world ain't just made for rich folk
Getcha lil' dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Dom P, sittin' lovely, oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa