[Intro - Original HotHeadz MMM Freestyle]
MMM
Unexpected like a mixtape, catch you at yo' crib, if you reading this, it's too late

[Verse 1 - Uncle Murda]
N***as that I be with act they don' e'en know me
I kill n***as, bang bang givin' them the metal like the police
Got head from my man's baby ma, ain't fuck her though
They just had a baby 'bout a month ago
That's what a n***a get for head shot from hoes
Shout out, he a rapper, baby work got him exposed
Walk into his crib, like a ballerina on my tiptoes
Put the fifth in his mouth, BANG make sure he keeps his lips close

[Verse 2 - Maino]
And y'all act up, so I came strapped up, like I'm ready for a battle rap, n***a
When I'm finished with the boy he gon' look like he got ran over by a Cadillac, n***a
Leader of the East Coast, playin' with kilos, till they come in with the rico
Hopped out black Wrangler, Nino
I'm the king of these Brooklyn streets, though

[Verse 3 - Fred the Godson]
Balled up
I got pounds for sale, you wound up
I'm out bonding, sitting on the couch with my plug now
Pulled him in the ice cream truck
Killed him on the one way
Found his remains on a Monday, Brains on a Sunday
[Interlude no. 1 - Cassidy]
Woah
That's crazy right there the streets not gon' believe this
I'm a genius, so I had to throw my n***a Chubby Jag on the remix

[Verse 4 - JAG]
Top notch with the block hot, Got the hot rock, fiends show up to the do' with the 'knock, knock'
Whole squad on pot, reason why y'all hot, make a bitch jaw drop in the drop-top
Got the trap like the trap meet, n***a ask Meek, clapping, I got mack in the back seat
Chin and Chip, yo, we ain't got a brick so big with the pack, got it looking like Shaq

[Verse 5 - Papoose]
I took the fo' fo', I'm in love with the Cocoa, like the homie Ice-T
I'm bout to violate all of y'all lame n***as, rest in peace Chris Lighty
Ski mask, masked up, black love, black love, don't even talk about wifey
She got me on lock so bad, I need somebody to write me

[Verse 6 - Vado]
Got the J's on, G Star, hoodie on, that's my hood fit
N***a wanna talk, Ion talk, only speak with the full clip
I ain't never killed with the steel, but I will like I'm Goodrich
So tell your man, better chill, cause I'm back on my bullshit
Of course he be winning, you see him be fresh
His white shoes, white linen, white tee, and some checks
He turned into earth, son, when he did them DMs from 'X
So don't pull up in BMs, the IF or the X
[Verse 7 - Fred Money]
One whole month, 'bout fo' million views later
Time to hit 'em with the remix, extra, extra, we gettin' new paper
Bang on 'em like emerald, live, serve a n***a shells like
Mother fuck 12, I got all the n***as in the jail like
Free Writer
Screamin' free J.R, till they free J.R
Think shit a game, till you hear the AR spray from a three way call
Think I'm playing, here we go now, I'mma three way y'all
Get it through ya' E.A.R, he locked but he still got B.A.Rs

[Interlude no. 2 - Cassidy and Fred Money]
Bars? Let's get to it!
Aye Cass, I'm telling you man, this n***a got some shit!
I know that n***a get it in, but, he locked up
Wait till you hear this shit
I'm boutta hear something man, lets get to it
He ready

[Verse 8 - J.R Writer]
Tell these motherfuckers that the kid is comin' home soon