That's hot, crazy, yeah, gangsta, what the fuck nigga? Cadillac Tah, E-Dub, this fuckin' beat is gangsta nigga Word, c'mon what up Murray? Welcome home nigga Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style, yeah, c'mon, yeah Yo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it Army bag full that blow mass transit Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it Invade earth like a UFO landed Rolex or standard, you got cheese granted You still can't hang with the green eyed bandit Your chains tampered, caught red-handed They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it Got shot and screamed, like Michael and Janet Tape sound scanned it, B-boys slammed it Gots to play my tune 'cause radio demand it This here's the real hardcore steel Boogie Down Production, KRS, one feel That there's the deal, Ron grab the steel Set B-boy stance and grab my deallz Yo yo watch 'em rings, up dem thangs Or your cheese, up dem thangs Your credit cards, up dem thangs Yeah right now, up dem thangs Your car keys, up dem thangs The accessories, up dem thangs Cristal bottles, up dem thangs Yeah, right now, up dem thangs Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang With diamond clusters - POV city hustler Y'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat blam Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not willin' to die so Up dem thangs or the bullets'll fly touch yo frame Believe me it's nuttin' mayn, spittin' lead from heat dog This my bread and meat, picture me starvin' Got a degree in robbin', kickin' in doors and runnin' In stores, boy, I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge You look like a smart dude, relentless So resistance ain't a smart move, bluka, bluka Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed When the hammer swingin' Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring And my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it Oh y'all niggaz flashin' dough? Up dem thangs Oh y'all all got chains? Up dem thangs Oh y'all got diamond rings? Up dem thangs Yo y'all niggaz know my name, up dem thangs Oh y'all niggaz got Benji's, up dem thangs Oh y'all niggaz playin games? Up dem thangs Oh y'all think shit is sweet? Up dem thangs Man we take it to the streets, up dem thangs Listen young boy this here ain't no game You comin' around us, you gon' up them thangs Rings, chains and watch and your ears give me the rocks We stickin' motherfuckers for they shoes and socks You got Benji's up 'em chains, tuck 'em Nah, I don't love 'em, get 'em, yeah fuck 'em We supposed to be brothers, oh you tryin' to kick some knowledge Nigga, save that garbage and come up out your pockets Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees Now my gat is in your mouth, you yellin', "No Keith please" I get another and another, a sister and a brother Who love 'em they momma love 'em 'cause I damn sure don't love 'em Run up on 'em like, yo, who got the weed Up dem thangs, nigga, gimme dat cheese If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs Up dem thangs, up dem thangs, up dem thangs, up dem thangs Up dem thangs, up dem thangs, up dem thangs, up dem thangs
