That White

Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shit's all the same

Old rusty ass block from which I came

Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest

When Mac-10 shoot teams try to shoot up the set

But I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec

Wet the whole block, sip Grey Goose in the jet

Pzhooom... back to the Boogie

Backpack rappers they should have a plaque in the Boogie

of me~!!! You know why? Number one hustler

I opened up the floodgates, my "Flow Joe" customers

We all about the gunplay

but still take time out to pray every Sunday

The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska

Whip so many (P's) now they callin me the +Master+

UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white

I've been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night

It's on with the don, never let shit slide

Have your ass wear a patch like Slick Rick's side

Talk money, there's so much money, I can't even count

Gotta put it on a scale, ten grand weigh a ounce

Same corner all week, got the scene closed off

Should be draft in the league the way I pass those off

Coca! Now you know it's me

I was always G, you a sometimes thug

You fake hustle in your hustle and you sometimes drug

You ask if a nigga kill yeah I sometimes does, CRACK!

Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha

We had to touch it again you heard me

"Shit Is Real" you heard me

Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me?

Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite

Crack! Coca! Krillz-mania

Macho whattup nigga?

(Big L rest in peace...)