[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
Got powder on my face like a pretty [bad word] 
She was off pimpin when I whipped this [bad word] 
Move packs thats loud, my plug got about a thousand watts
I ain't moving out this town, 'til we chased down by about a thousand cops
We creeping, when we up we wilding, dope dealing we breeding violence
Smoking on that plat, find a [?]coca in the flat
We got that Mass Appeal, Master P on massive pills
Massive mills we packing steel, never know how real that mac'll feel
BRRRAAAP

[Sample]
Listen right, we're looking for a lad that can do his stuff
I've heard you're a bit tasty, no messing around or you'll get a slap
Remember I'm the monkey and you're the cheese grater

[Verse 2]
In the Hoover with Platoon Goon scuba gear, neck tied Yogi Bear
Toking on the Putin, and all my hoes rocking the yoga gear
Over here, killing [bad word] globally like we overstay
I'm popping xanies to stop the weed from getting lonely

[Interlude (x2)]
All my ghetto [bad word] in the projects
P-projects, [bad word]  [bad word] coming through like-

[Verse 3]
I'm in my brother room, [bad word] ain't changed, still the same
Momma think [bad word] back but Poppa know his son was clapped
Now I'm on the TV playing CDs and DVDs that we used to rock
Bigger brother failed you, I should've stopped, but the devil ride
I'm heading out, head down, eye red, crown gone, shells in a toast
With a clip that look a mile long

[Verse 4]
It's a shout out to my peoples, holding it down
Heaven must be [bad word] cause it rain when it clouds
Straight to the game when I aimed at 'em
People wanted to change everything that I wrote a song about
Better bring that armor out, yeah we on that army now
Yeah we squadding like the whole camp playing Arma now