I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns
I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns
I, I tote guns, I make number runs
I shot ya
Arm & Hammer man got the hammer
Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner 
Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera
Tote big guns, Im a heavy metal handler
.38 Special, trey pound magnum
AK-47, run out of bullets, I stab em
Firearms, got em, who want a problem?
Hollows on the top, copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre 
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler of all
Shoppin with the Cafe is like shoppin at the mall
I be the supplier for ambitious buyers
Ecstasy, rollin like Michelin tires 
Nah, I aint no multi-millionaire
But please believe, Im the hardest nigga here
I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns
I, I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I make number runs
What Im sayin when its done right
Theres nothin like Red Cafe
Theres nothin like Biggie
Theres nothin like Nas
Theres nothin like KRS-One, Rakim
Theres nothin like that
Huh, I shot ya
Now its blood on my shoulder
Shakedown soldier, ten black Rovers
And the goons bite like poisonous Cobras 
Inglewood niggas, I salute hood niggas 
Goons anywhere
Puttin up at least seven numbers every year
Slappin hoes, derriere
Strap in my waist yo strap in the safe
If it wasnt for this rap, Id be shootin up the place
Guns I done bust em, dippin through customs
With that uncut thatll tear ya nose up 
I flows through the city on my own nuts
See Im layin on bread, homie, thats cold cuts
Huh, more deals than Burger King
Big Bentley, what the Arm & Hammer swervin in 
And my block work like clock work
Familiar with Wall Street, Ill show you how the stocks work
I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I, I tote guns
I, I tote guns, I make number runs
I, I tote guns, I make number runs...