Ayy hold up, come on, whoa
Right back at this
Right back, right back
Hold up, whoa
High on life, drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller
Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin’ the order, I’m prayin’ God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook
At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets