Top of the City

[Intro: MoMoney Moo]
Man
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
Fuck be wrong with this nigga, bruh?
Money
Fuck goin' on?
Ayy

[Verse 1: MoMoney Moo]
Nigga, these ain't handguns, Dracos and all Blackouts
Just hit a thick bitch and made that ho tap out
She was from the 'Raq, I promise I blew her back out
Come to the city for a month, then I'm back out
Gotta move swift, I don't know what these lames on
In another nigga trenches, know I got my chains on
Hit my phone talkin' stupid, know you gettin' banged on
I just called my nigga lawyer, told him I need Bang home
They just do it for the clout, let them get they fame on
When we catch niggas in traffic, we gon' play the game wrong
How you do it on them songs, nigga, keep that same tone
We was thеre late, we was finna shrеd your gang Mone, nigga
I was surprised when I heard that shit with Mas'
Probably mad his bitch left him and done fucked one of the guys
How you doin' all that rappin'? You don't even come outside
You ain't even ride striker when all of your niggas died
**** died with a bitch, okay, they Bonnie and Clyde
Ridin' through the Bronx, we ain't lookin' for Nicki Minaj
They lose a member every month, I know them niggas tired
And every time they bump into us, niggas cry (Niggas die)
Nigga, so watch how you approachin' us (Yeah)
Dugg try to sign me, I'ma do it just to catch his bluff
Gon' get his fuckin' head bust tryna show he tough
We gon' drop a whole hundred shots so they know it's us
Izzo noddin' off the drank, he movin' slow, so we gon' be late
Bro, we should've been there first, we in a C8
Gave his ass his own concert, took him to see Drac'
Every nigga 'round me stay dangerous, no, we don't be safe
I don't think Baby know how much them niggas down
Tell Baby we put all that nigga friends out of bounds
Global, yeah, we'll tap that head out of town
Can't be serious, I think dog a fan how he sound

[Verse 2: RealRich Izzo]
The last opp say he ain't dyin', but he dead
Well, how the fuck that nigga die with his kids?
Paid a lame, that nigga died in the crib
Rose got popped, he should've died, but he lived
Walked him down, we ain't into all them car games
On 6 Mile, tryna catch one on Mark Twain
He was fish bowlin', chillin' in that whip and then them sharks came
Cash Gang, we got more toys than an arcade
Just had a drop on Strathmore, my nigga Hart came
He left the ARP at home, this nigga Hart lame
Paid was a cool nigga, but they parked gang
That nigga Mas' ain't had a bond since he was our age, nigga

[Verse 3: FWC Big Key]
Dissin' me for fans won't get your mans back
Hoes did whatever Lonnie say 'til he got head tapped
I seen Mas', got to blowin', thought he ran track
Cov died bangin' Tez with his ham ass
Dman caught that one nigga in a Bronco
Bando had a bald head, now it's a pothole
Dame got shot at the food truck, duck your taco
Bitch, it's snowin', fuck the Scat', we in a Tahoe
This a contact sport, then get in the field, nigga
Y'all down four bodies, all my niggas still livin'
Jizzle got smoked and y'all niggas still chillin'
I'll wrap this bitch up, we get a drop, I'm still bendin'
And we don't do no talkin', we got drums for that
Jizzle was lackin' in the whip and he got stung for that
Your man Streets, he a snitch, what's up with that? (Rat)
All that dissin' in them songs, go get your brother back

[Verse 4: 24Lik]
Lucky got hit in her shit (Damn), Dame got hit in his shit (Damn)
Boom got hit in his shit, Paid got hit in his shit (Damn)
Lonnie got hit in his shit (Damn), Rudy got hit in his shit (What the fuck?)
I could take your ass to murder school, I'm pullin' homi skits
Trev ass died and came back, he a zombie, bitch
I hate niggas, man, I should've been a Nazi, bitch
First body, I smoked a nigga boots with all my ice on
Duke ass was claimin' ATB, now his life gone (Dummy)
They took that nigga John face off like it's lipo' (He outta there)
All the city girls actin' up, I want a white ho
We'll paint your motherfuckin' whip like we MAACO
Bitch, I'm booted off three drugs, where the Draco?
Niggas talkin' like they on that, they gave Duke head thirty-two
Woo was talkin' choppy, now he can't even go hit the stu'
Get her out my DM 'fore I fuck around, hit your boo
The chopper wake a nigga up and put his ass back on snooze
Fuck some pants, I would've knocked Trey out his shoes
Every time we hit a nigga block, that shit make the news
That nigga died with his mama, this shit ain't got no rules
Goofy-ass lil' nigga should've stayed his ass in school

[Verse 5: 392 Lil Head]
Dame ain't wanna come home, he got his pops shot
Jail got his puncher took, he an opp now
It's 2 A.M., I'm in the bushes on the opp block
Don't reach for these, that's that shit that got Dot shot
Fuck Helmut Lang, all my opps wearin' helmets, gang
Izzo took two Cartis and eleven chains
On 24, we done scored on eleven gangs (Them niggas dead)
I know my opps ain't on shit, we done let 'em hang (What the fuck?)
I threw off, how the fuck I'm with some dead niggas? (How they here?)
Lonnie got a faceshot, now his head bigger
Go on Strath and drop somethin', they say Head did it
We got the whole city screamin' fuck them dead niggas (Fuck them dead-ass niggas)
Nigga, 24

[Outro]
You old-ass lame
Nigga, 24
Y'all niggas need to get-back, nigga, the fuck?
Know what the fuck goin' on, none of my niggas gone
We all here
Let me do a headcount in this bitch
Alright, everybody here
The fuck?
Cash Gang, bitch