For all my hustlers, all my ballers, let's do it like this Mags in this barb y'all, killer Castro from Queens Trick or treat, work, well can you get it like I get it I got the gig, my blood, known for slingin', yeah you wanna plot a lick with my thugs Fuck you, fuck your crew, fool and all that shit That's just a new nigga on the premises Puttin' it down like I'm Nostra What, spittin' these haters wigs like I'm supposed to Whenever you wanna act a fool and come and test Get that in case love do your best Forget your dawg, get fucked Why'd I find out it's you when all the car gets stuck Now you in the depths of hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day Never should I look my way, motherfucker Don't trust your bitch ass, fool, with bars I can thrust Y'all don't make no sudden moves, fool, and I won't have to bust ya Trick or treat, she got his pistol, do we But they work from here to Russia, fool, so what the fuck y'all here to do And it's on like that, motherfucker, and it's on like that And it's on like that, yo dawg, I hope you clean your strap They do all the hood to hate you, caught up in drama Colors of ganja like it black, auto-chose for armor Millies and Macs, never the same pocket Kept his millies in cracks, how the streets rocket Switch up, beat cases like he fathered a system Organized block cinemas away from the prison With souls, lost, frozen, so worn Fall victim to the streets when so much can go wrong Rebels meet crumbling majesties For salaries, out-of-towners and goose-downers Introduce pounders, a leilou for power Evil roots shoot through cowards Letting other niggas just regulate their hours Coca-chronic, Philly roll, millie by a scrotum Borrowed next to G-Packs, never got along with cops Like it was Brett Favre and D-Backs It's Iraq, can't believe that And it's on like that, Castro, you know it's on like that And it's on like that, yeah, y'all, we get it on like that Check it, I get deep voice like Barry All you keep, no you can eat Forgetting I got permit to carry All you sleep, look at me as things are varied I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry Hey, that dope shit don't show up, tore up from the blow-up My gats so fat, it needs to lose weight like hold-up On the run, huh, it might be Belling and O'Brock Or I'll be laying low for Michael in a condo outside of Toronto How I feel about y'all poppin' shit Like a constipated port, a lot of noise but you ain't drop Shit, this is me here, it ain't no other man Always in somebody's business, like you a grown man Perk, nigga, I put scent like Tin Man Kick up more dust than dirt, drinking more gin than Dent El Sino, El Nino, or ghetto tsunami Couldn't drop a bomb until we got the fuck up on Tommy I put teamwork, and it's on like that Motherfucker with them snakes and rats I put teamwork, and it's on like that Hope you motherfuckers watch your back Cause I put teamwork New Jerusalem, dirty Jersey Teamwork Indiana, coming on through Teamwork What it mean, y'all coming from Queens Teamwork Point it down, form a crown