6 foot da jussa ni, rehnda barrela moohre taneya
Mere purkhe dasde ne, ni mein ladan layie hi baneya
Jeone to maarne tayi, ni mein kamm jaanda saare
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh
Sick, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on making money but you stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and I doubt if I do
Cause if I did then Id get bеat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure that you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you dont really want none from Pac
Cause I be strapped with a Glock
And throw thangs like Im born to pop
I hit this motherfucking gin and I be all in
Hell yeah, young nigga straight balling
And everybody wants to see if Im a G
Weighing 165 and Im high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now Im cool cause Im tipsy and I feel a
Nigga tryna see if Im a killer, come on
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh
I got seven Mac-11s, about eight .38s
Nine 9s, ten Mac-10s the shits never end
You cant touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, thats how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil Gotti got the shotty to your body
So dont resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God Im dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, Im gonna make your fucking shit spill
And Im talking bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh
Couple apnas, couple karleh
Yeah, I just blew a chase from the mameh 
Harami karla with his army 
Zooti and glassy in my party 
Moosewala and Mist, what the rahted 
Pull it out and bark it, at the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, Im a artist 
All the way to the bank, yeah, Im laughing
Raule na naal jurhde ne, sun saah loka da sukda
Din jaap to shuru hunda, aa ke paap te mithiye mukkda
Baki puchi akhbara to, ni mein ki a mere baare
Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare