[Intro]
My niggas it's coca
It's crackology 101, nigga
I breed you nigga's
My sons
Owww

[Verse 1]
The penalty is death and I'm inflicting the torture
The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catching beef wit' Joe
But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone
Thought we heavy chopper firing, motherfucker's is dying
Nigga's is runnin', helicopters is flying
All these suckers is lying, tell these Fedsters to see me
And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti
I think its called Fiji or something like that
Get your shit pushed motherfucker, fucking wit crack
Catch a hundred in your cap
Your brain be by your waste line
LV on the track, hell of a baseline
Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines
Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that's stardom
Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger
Hundred mill strong still dying of hunger
Under the chinchilla, believe me this shits is rilla
This piece ull leave you in pieces and make you sleep better
The streets terror, the weak better retreat man
I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep

[Chorus] X2
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangstas call me Coke
We get money money, you got nothing from me
And if you get caught nigga don't mention Joe

[Verse 2]
I keep hearin' that crack's the truth
Real niggas is scream Joe get back in the booth
Yeah I do it for them niggas that be huggin' the block
Them jack boys don't give a fuck dumpin' there caps
These niggas crazy, some more real
They'll git you for everything
Even your Paul Wall grill
Yes nigga, it's survival out here
These niggas don't even respect the Bible out here
Its pyro's out here, Cuts and Kings too
That's the only thing the summer going bring you
I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game
Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain
I got 'em sick man
Look how the shit bling
Piss stain
Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man
You ain't Pac, you ain't even a great actor
Matter of fact, you is a great actor
I'm one OG
You need to respect
Especially if you don't want niggas to see through your chest
I caught his Mama at the face to face
Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8 nigga
Follow me now say

[Chorus] X2
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangstas call me Coke
We get money money, you got nothing from me
And if you get caught nigga don't mention Joe

[Outro]
Yeah
This goes out to all the nigga's
From Ghetto to Ghetto
Jail for jail
All my niggas playin' in the yards right now
Doin' pull-ups
Bumpin'' this shit in your headsets
I love you nigga's
Crack
Otisville you know its real
Rikers
All my niggas holding in down
All my street niggas gangsta niggas
Dope boys, haha, cook