[Intro]
This that ol real live gangsta shit right here, yea (Light that shit, smoke it, roll that shit, Light that shit, smoke it, roll that shit, Light that shit)
That ol XP black incorporated shit, n***a, yes
Cyco-lic-no bitch-azz n***as so when you fuck the R-O-C, creep low

[Verse]
First off, motherfuck you and them n***as that you run with
Your whole squad fugaze, bitch, your slum shit
Don't make me up this motherfucker on some gun shit, you studio fuckers
N***as talkin' dumb shit 'bout the R.O.C-A.F-E-double L-A (Roc-A-Fella, motherfucker)
G-geah, the big fella back at it, uh
Big homie tells me that you n***as actin' sassy
And I ain't have to show my ass, in a minute
Pull out that duffle bag let's see what's in it
I got myself a uzi and a couple of 9's (Uh-huh)
A sawed off shottie and two pipe bombs (Kaboom)
Guess who stеpped in the room (Uh-huh)
A real livе gangsta, 'bout to act a fool
You don't gangbang, you get gangbanged
You wear them flags, twist your fingers, it ain't the same thing
Cause I know some true Pirus that really rep
And I ain't met a West coast n***a that respect ya
Your whole squad bleed between ya'll legs, you n***as pussy
If you don't think I'm who I is then n***a push me
You rather box a bear in a phone booth 'cause fuckin' with this here ain't what you want duke
It's Sate, Prop
Let me say it one more 'gain
N***a Sate, Prop
Broad Street Bully, fresh out the pen, yeah
Ain't nobody warn you, I ain't for kids? (Uh)
And I will dump this whole clip on you from the sig
Don't make me go ape shit with this pistol
Don't turn this back and forth rap shit to a issue
Bitch, you rather tongue kiss a gator than come out your mouth sideways to this gangsta
Especially when I'm dumming on that bullshit
Somebody tell the pas, he's wanted at the pullpit
Another n***a's laid to sleep
For fuckin' with them n***as from the R-O-C, them n***as
Cyco-lic-no bitch-azz n***as so when you fuck the R-O-C, creep low