[Intro: Pharrell Williams and (DJ Drama)]
Nah, nah dude seriously, did I monster that?
Did I monster that though? It's nothin'
Uh, check it out (Gangsta Grizzil)

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Real n***as save up for out-of-state, but collect stash houses
Drive Jeep wagons taxidermy their couches
Tennis ball dope, fuck LV pouches
On the corner selling' that tiger, you can tell how they crouch
I've seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman when he was in jail
Fresh beeper, fresh chain, fresh sneaker detail
Like he could, order anything from hits to sales
Like he in the four seasons ordering cocktails
Real gangsta's do it, they don't have to prove it
The keys is spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it
They operate just like fluid
They flow, fiends and hoes is they conduits
Like the three-letter crew out in ATL
Got the Feds scratching they heads sayin', "will they please tell"
The n***a M is like the new Rayfel
With police escorts that's louder than a Ray shot sale (Uh-Huh)
And you get indicted, get your Steinberg's to fight it
He paid that way, you think he ain't gon' write it?
The feds get excited, not knowin' the cops incited
So against the day decided before they even tried it (Gangsta)
Now back to the necessity if you gon' supply it
All your weak links, Donald Trump, them n***as get fired
I did my research, my street exposure reworked
I was too busy drivin' Enzos and hoes bezerk
Now remember, who got you hyped?
Who both, educate and spit the shit you like?
Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew
Sip your Corona, and puff your bud too
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
The top of the top, and the best of the best
(The top of the top, and the best of the best)
The new double-R drop with BBC on my chest (Double-R drop, BBC on chest)
When you got your Mark Jacob boots with the LV dress
(Mark Jacob boots with the LV dress)
Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less)

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Back in '95 when n***as was runnin' fives
I was bummin' rides, tryna hang out in the square
Star borough, the fiends rolled up in diamond-backs and [?]
Tryna smoke til tomorrow
The next day, the same behaviour follows
They was in that drug together like Al Jerreau
I was hangin' out with Preme
White S Yankee hat, kept let it on a lean
Brabus rims, low-pros, it was mean
High as fuck, he kept rewinding Wu-Tang Cream
Said he was from Brooklyn, Shae said he was from Queens
Queens n***as wear navy blue, and his Yankee hat was green
The Mark Jacob’s jacket, Chukkas to match it
Could tighten-up ya problems with that new chrome ratchet
That was the look, never seen him wid a book
Born a have-not, so he grew into a crook
Wanted the limelight, but it was dark in the slums
Except the light from from the pipe, the fiends suck and they hum
Slick Rick was right when he called us all crumbs
Till you scrape, consolidate, and ya first [?]
Ya gotta shield yourself, ya gotta get a gun
Once ya fire, them n***as a sinus, watch 'em all run
Once it's quiet, you know the fiends come
End of of the night ya money roll like a hero bin
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
The top of the top, and the best of the best
(The top of the top, and the best of the best)
The new double-R drop with BBC on my chest (Double-R drop, BBC on chest)
When you got your Mark Jacob boots with the LV dress
(Mark Jacob boots with the LV dress)
Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothin' less)