Chucks to gators great to greater

Quit the bullshit to make the paper

Who said a gangster can't be a banker

Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts

Shut ya mouth you ain't spittin no dolla signs

You ain't talkin bout swallowin mine

When the mic turned on

Slink Capone for the job'cuz you know

I'm fully qualified

A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to make

The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state

You all caught up in the hype like

Wayne Loc say

Try the shit again 'cuz it ain't yo day

You wanna dive in head first but you don't know the game

Now they got you for ya scratch and ya

Rolex chain

Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain

Motherf**ker you still better throw them thangs

Nationwide is the clique and we supply the funk

Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk

Ain't no denyin us we the livest

And we never let the muthaf**kin iron rust

Anybody wanna get served line up

And if you ridin with us get behind us

Slink Capone

Murda One

Playa Playa on that ass

Get the cash see in platinum we trust nigga what

I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin

Intervenin on my

Crippin and we known for dippin

Don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position

Ya hard head what you think you too grown to listen

Only GOD really knows how long we livin

Unforgiven but our acts be hunger driven

Growin up in the city made some wrong decisions

But hort plugged me in now

I'm on precision