[C-bo]
If it's cash I'm with it on a mission to get it
But I can see you plot and trying to stop a nigga
From checking his pockets Jt the bigga figga
Got me plugged from sac to frisco we connect like thugs
I came through with a phat zip of bomb smoke in the benz
Couped up in the kid cap with a hundred spokes
Bo loc the bald head nut and I'm separated
With young nigga Jt I know you haters hated
You wanna fade us because we major balling
Sitting on a ticket independant and shot calling
Pushing beamers and benz's surburbans and lolo's
North cali west coast swerving with fo fo's
G'z having G'z no need to flip keys
Pocket full of big places in the places we be
We full of stars in luxury cars I know you wanna ride
The 9 1 6 connecting with the 4 0 5

[Pizzo]
Money on a saturday a younger adolesence the blessings
Of feeling of striking the double ex's with my
Comrady and headed for the summer jam
Benjimen's is folded in pocket but you know the plan
Scheming for dollars is my only intuition
And being a major factor in
This game is my position switching
Know their conterfit and I know your down with it
Triple beams are blancing baby boo's so scandalous
Cut in my profits trying to set me up for coppers
In ninety nine reasons for breaking them off
Like double whoppers give me my propers
Like my cousin sky serv wonder why these haters be broke
They got nerve to get served C-bo and young meek
Coming to see the figgaro from frisco
My twin peeps in and out of traffic
Spurging a quarter pound of broccoli baby
We rollers in jordans and t-shirts for versace making
Happy poppi that's what them ol'er ballers told me
Never front a nigga china white unless he know me
So if you know me keep your mail on sticky
Uhh young nigga pop that shit so swift

[Young Meek]
I dodged in this game with both feat the roach say v'
It's your potna your rat for life it's young meek
I speak the real cuz that's all I'm knowing up
Early in the morning moving slowly flowing
Gots to stay tied get my buff on tonight
I living that mafia life that's five
This young meek bo loc the bigga figga
Once this bitch this ship we count triggas
Still in my real crushed ice sold face
Twenty three times laced west side be the case
Paper chasing from coast to coast it's one love
And I know you don't wanna get involved and drop bud to
Sporting on dubs might fud but I'm a try northern california
Baller that's all we just buy we trick and tired of you haters
You cowards in the game that's why the fifty cali
Protect the sac a realer valley main

[Jt the bigga figga]
Well let me get the microphone bust off like a nina ross
On new years eve got some tricks up my sleve
Stacking G'z up in the five hundred with my nigga bo loc
Putting it down now we getting smoked
Young meek in the muthafucking acura
Putting it down in this spectacular cuz uhh the free style mission
When I'll be flowing cooking birds up in the kitchen uhh
Cuz they know now that it's going down
In this frisco bay players up in sacramento all the way to Jose
We got it sewed in fo door mobs in straight G'z
Striking through the O' through the bitch through the V'
You see breaking bread equil to dollar signs
Like the homie makaveli with the we ain't hard to find
We on front street pelle pelle's and black addidas
Feed us on our back we low keyders we'll blast the heaters
You never seen us we the cleanest so make noise
Jt the bigga figga from the west coast bad boyz
It don't stop and it don't quit
Represent for the 4 5 7 straight click biatch