Skit - Big Steve

Playas, we are now taking over

Your motherfucking airwaves

Thank you, for tuning in

Ok I peep this game, with two mafia bosses

A deuce verbal abuse, make a nigga nautious

See Poyo, up on a whole 'nother page

Breaking the stage, make a million dollar wage

Can’t fade, aces of spade on vocals

Two Glocks two holsters, lead swarm like locusts

Stock broker, stereo killer peep my vocals

Steady peeping game, through my Gucci bifocals

I done told you once, I done told you twice

Rolex’s full of ice, on point precise

Red beans and rice, as my ghetto entree

Big bosses don’t play, call me Sensei

Verbal AK, assassinating tracks

Snapping they backs, and bleeding mics on wax

And in fact a bunch of crack, took me to my stacks

Now relax and feel the heat, from this verbal impact

I done told you, when we hit the scene man it’s over

We some mob niggas, push a big Range Rover

City to city, and state to state

Ain’t nothing else to do, but what regulate

I promise cuz niggas ain’t ready for me, the Grand Pappy

Mafioso, peep game my stilo

Is out of control, brick hauler shot caller

Creeping with Big E, in a wide body Impala

Through the state, when me and Poke regulate

Congregate, so we can make them platinum plates

Too late to jump down, see we setting it off

In your face head of the race, and getting a taste

But it’s big ass pie, and the problems in my eyes

See I got’s to grind and get it, big niggas on the rise

Taking hoes from Colorado nigga, and Caligula

See me on the whip side baby, so I can get with ya

A shop like Vivica, cause she’s the fox

Bring a watch filled with baguettes, and my 18's knock

Let the top drop playa, in the Bentley Azur

Mafioso and Poyo, is wrecking for sure

I heard that Peruvian weight with flakes, move better upstate

Me and Podin, in Arizona dumping off crates

Little crates of cakes, got the whip got the scrape

Ain’t no jamming the breaks, equate loot in the tailgate

We got 49 of the states, nigga that we that conquer

18 when I’m wrecking, like I’m driving a Tonka

Pushing off ya

And I’m whipping the cheese, to make dollas

Candy Impala, Sacci stitches on my collar

And hoes holla, when we hit the place

Wrecking they face, alligator on my waist

See it’s no time, for hate

Click tight, like face

Was it the diamonds that hit you, or the mace

Cause you niggas I done told ya, when we hit your streets bitch it’s over

We mobbing over niggas, in a big Range Rover

Tipping the car over, stretch 'gini with a sheuffer

Praying to Jehovah, this balling is never over

With our pictures on the poster, reading they want it

Conducting bidness with a taser, in a big 600

They all up on it, I floss it and flaunt it cause I want it

With a beam on the gauge, ready to shit on my opponents

(*talking*)

Know I’m saying, know I’m tal’n bout

Real off in here (real), Big Pok'

Grand Pappy Mafioso, know I’m saying

Chevis Entertainment, it’s real Woss Ness

Feel that, feel they hate it

Cause I done told ya