Ain't no one chillin' on the block with ya, man
Prefer to jump off in the dark, little man
I got to know my stand
We got the product for the money, let's rock
That's how it goes, we're doing business, don't stop
We're barking it, we're parking it on the dot
We're shipping it to where the fuck we want it at
You got no luck if it's the gangsta rules of rank
Could be abducted, even so, put to waste
We got to wrap the bitch on fucking dark tape
Police to the head, we never fucking escape