Track byJoell Ortiz
Grind music, bitch Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son, D-Block (Put some money on it) Yeah, Don Corlito flyin' out a Tito The further I get the ground look more mosquito Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito I don't mean Dorito when I say (Put some money on it) Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?" I said I'll live too long as Diddy (Put some money on it) What? I'm the L.O.X. Jeter Tattooed up in a white wife-beater Aston Vanquish parked at the meter I forgot to feed her, better go (Put some money on it) Yeah, now they all love the Don G I'm on bet more than "Leprechaun 3" They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee I don't layaway, only y'all (Put some money on it) Yaowa, whoever, whenever, put some 'fetti on it If your block is hood I'm probably heavy on it Probably popped the hood, of the Chevy on it Did the Mario Andretti on it, errt (Put some money on it) Brooklyn off the hook when Ortiz is there Papi got it locked like peasy hair Black and white TV's, please be clear I'll erase your lil' buzz like Jeezy peers (Put some money on it) Fam, I'm the man far as New York goes Old four-five in my new wardrobe Red dot in front like Rudolph's nose Case a hater want his roof un-closed (Put some money on it) I'll be by myself, think of somethin' sweet I'm Boricua, one lil' whistle I'm a hundred deep Who been holdin' niggaz down since Pun is sleep? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon (Put some money on it) Ah, hah, never been wack so that ain't one of my issues Get my bread and take care of my pistols Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals Soon as the piff come in you can (Put some money on it) Trust me it's imported, shoot it or snort it Oxy's, [unverified] profit is gorgeous Stay off the phone 'cause the calls are recorded And if you can afford it then you better (Put some money on it) Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one Killin niggaz with the flow, H1N1 You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income (Put some money on it) Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of Satan Stash right here with the ratchet waitin' since you hatin' Name the place and the date and (Put some money on it) Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em (Put some money on it) You could be that dude in cement shoes Or the next soft nigga on this evening's news Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews Freeze, handguns, machine guns (Put some money on it) I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit End up with a hawk in your esophagus Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis Genocide mixed with apocalypse (Put some money on it) Kill niggaz real easy, dawg Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board Droptop Beamer with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shootin BB's dawg (Put some money on it)