Hook
Max B:
Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh shit, shit
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned

Verse 1
Max B:
Yeah, I pop that Cru and fill the cup up to the line, take a swig
I don't wig, I just taste it wit'a big
Had to taste 'em with that cig', couple blocks ya off bounds
It's hard to dip it nigga with that 4 pound
Max is in The Source now, XXL
Stuntin' in the bubble, got a bunch of fishscales
Got a bunch of brick scales, I just felt myself
Fuckin' all these bitches, I can't help myself
Sorta like addiction, fornication, that's some sick shit
Sin against the body, that's some flick shit
This is my prediction, two years from now, probably pitfall
Trenton State, staring at the brick wall
Shit y'all, get off the boat, get your surfboards
You niggaz all soft like Nerf balls, squirt y'all
Squirt, yeah, filthy fuckin' maggots
Niggaz think that when he clean he got filthy money, bastards

Hook
Max B:
Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh shit, shit
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned

Verse 2
Mac Mustard:
In any situation, bet we top what they got
They addicts, them niggaz need detox and Day Ty'
So many drugs it's hard to mention, in your addiction
Got you in desperate need, of a intervention
Takin' hits after hit factory, your shit wack to me
In fact, you niggaz can come and get a sack from me
Surprised your still gettin' studio time, go do you a crime
Be true to yor grind, come and get you a dime
And you can take the pain away, forget that
All the niggaz say ya gay, kiss that nigga mouth till ya tooth decay
Truthfully, I can care less
When you in Harlem, wear a vest that come all over your neck
I'll be all over your set, all over your vet
Take a piss in the chinchilla till all over is wet
I'll be all over your 'jects, you can't even creep through, you're see-through
Strapped with that black Eagle, Vigilante

Hook
Max B:
Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh shit, shit
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned

Verse 3
Al Pac:
I'm what the hood love, I got the streets buzzin'
I do this shit for the city, you know the streets love it
They yellin' "Gotti hard", man I just keep it real
I got a fetish for gettin' fetti and packin' steel
You cowards hate nigga, I know they wanna hurt me
Gain Greene is the team, we got you niggaz thirsty
We yellin' "Fuck the fuzz", we puff the finest bud
These bitches show us love, rockin' the finest studs
Who got the Mac blastin', niggaz fag-splashin'
Big blacl Magnum, dog, black-bag 'em
Send you to your maker, man I don't fuck around
Pussies get outta line then I'ma put 'em down
I'm ridin' with my nigga, until the end of time
I'll put a whole in ya head if you don't give me mine
Now Pac goin' hard, fuck what you niggaz thought
Run up on Biggavell' and I'ma knock 'em off

Hook
Max B:
Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up
They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah
Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'
Oh shit, shit
Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'
Rest in peace Sean Bell
She said that lovin' you give me is not enough
Keep it a hunned