Verse 1
 
  
  You niggas juss created a monsta
 
 Fuck a tampa i smoke ganja
 
 Up in the bahamas racin yamaha jet skis
 
 Money launderin like "casa blanca"
 
 Luminate the concert
 
 Aimin missile launchers
 
 He's crazy comet
 
 Mentally disturbed karma
 
 Wit all drama
 
 I put that on my mama
 
 I'm down to hog tie my playa potna
 
 Don't make me spray ya potna
 
 If you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info
 
 And throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo
 
 Wit three up in his temple
 
 The land where niggas pimp hoes big
 
 I do this for the streets of
 
 San fransisco on down to south central
 
 My speech
 
 Too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
 
 Drugs get rocked up
 
 Hustalas settin shop up
 
 Runnin from coppas
 
 And helicopters
 
 Pourin out vodka
 
 For all my dead potnas
 
 And make me wanna drop my chopper
 
 And salute
 
 Nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute
 
 Nigga shoot
 
 Only my first three times, nigga recoup
 
 Ya'll niggas be bloops
 
 No, publishin givin the loot
 
 To your executive produce
 
 Sellin bubble lex coupes
 
 On loot
 
 Beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
 
 Poppin they cooch
 
 While my fuckin name is introduced
 
 1,2,-1,2
 
 Clear my throat, check the mic
 
 1,2 -1,2
 
 How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke?
 
 Whatcha want do?
 
 I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
 
 Snatch a pile of money
 
 Probably a thousand
 
 Throw it in the crowd
 
 Nigga now
 
 Big poppa style
 
 While i used to be on section 8
 
 Now it's shrimp and lobster now
 
 And livin like a mobbsta now
 
 An niggas who snitched like sammy "the bulldog"
 
 A final, or donny brasco body found in the barrio
 
 Wit quatro, cinco hallows
 
 Up in pablo
 
 A tommyano killa
 
 But never shit across the mobb though
 
 Keep yo mouth closed
 
 We hold the fuckin code of silence
 
 Juss give me great beats and violins
 
 My flow is violent
 
 Cold as tyrannts
 
 Hearin the po-po sirens
 
 Live an direct, while you slide yo vet
 
 Niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette
 
 Yes, gangsta shit to the fullest
 
 Hollow tip bullets through yo chest
 
 Had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas
 
 Juss to make scrilla
 
 The industry be tryin to rape niggas
 
 But i'm a straight killa
 
 White as fuck like grade a gorilla
 
 The mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, hagan das nigga
 
 Keep a bribe wit her
 
 Half a chicken up in a ride nigga
 
 Fuck ya'll niggas
 
 I come stompin to eat 'em up like godzilla
 
 Short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese
 
 Celeberty
 
 Let my nigga pac rest in peace
 
 Quit fightin
 
 Know that god hate ugly niggas
 
 Quit bitin
 
 So i shoot you in yo face buddy
 
 What you wanna do?
 
 I got crew
 
 Killas from the midwest
 
 To new jerus, on down to baton rouge
 
 Niggas bangin screws
 
 The m-o-u crucifixates
 
 If you'se a trick hate
 
 Go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
 
 (how my dick taste)
 
 Nigga, m-o-u crucifixates
 
 If you'se a trick hate
 
 Ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
  
 
 *(screaming)*
  
 
 Oh no!
 
 Oh no!
 
 He's alive!
 
 Godzilla's alive!
 
 Godzilla's alive!
 
 Oh no! you've gotta see it!
 
 This is john jerry, this is john jerry reporting from channel 4
 
 News!
 
 You gotta see this!
 
 Call the president!
 
 Godzilla's alive!
 
 Call the president! tell the president to call the navy seals!
 
 He's here, he's steppin on shit!
 
 He's crushing!.....oh my god!
 
 Godzilla's alive! oh you got to see this shit!
 
 Oh!