Frost! What's good my ninja?
Raiden. Rushhhhhh. Huh!
Gold Label.

You know that me and my ninjas we mobbing yeah (soy sauce)
Trust me man these haters don't want no problems yeah (huh)
I'm watching these haters through my cartier
I'm with your bitch swerving in a brand new Audi yeah
These ninjas talking shit but u know I don't care
I was moving them thangs since I was in Lauderdale
Fuck the law we ain’t talking to them coppers here
We got the green we got the white we got choppers here
Don't come to Broward with that flaw shit they’ll rob ya here
Ain’t no fighting they just shooting and they stomping here
Like no limit we getting rowdy
Bitch u know we bout it
Balling out with my gold label ninjas cuz we got it yeah

Where my real ninjas at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all my real bitches at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all the bad bitches getting bags?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Awwwww

J.O.! Ya’ll know what the fuck going on.
These niggas ain’t ready.
My killas come in heavy.
Too lit, causing damage.
Really let you niggas have it.
The Brahma Bull gets active.
I don’t think you want the static.
Shit’ll really get drastic.
Been known to cause havoc.
Been all on my grind, niggas should’ve known I was passionate.
I’m a stop when I die, why would I lie? That’s factual.
I’m so sick I need the anecdote.
I’m a beast, I’m an animal.
The lion feasting on the antelope.
Ya’ll really know I do the most.
I’m on top of the food chain with a blue rag on my lion’s mane.
In the streets, ain’t never changed.
Fly crip, call me Johnny Cage.
I’m about to bring the pain. Hit ‘em up with the rage.
And they know a nigga bang with more kicks than Liu Kang.

Where my real ninjas at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all my real bitches at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all the bad bitches getting bags?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Awwwww

I can be a big box store on you little shop of horrors
And you’re looking like you just seen a ghost. Mike Myers.
Yeah, you must be tripping on some Mario carts
I am Dominic Torreto with the spare car parts
Jack Frost show love and the beat just knocks, turnpike roadblocks
Like a house made of cards.
Street sweepers loaded with the poisonous darts.
It ain’t nothing but a ting
Schwing Wayne bitch Garth.
Nope.
I can make crushing MC’s look like an art.
You will need both hands when my toast pop tarts.
I be running laps
In my jet-black car and
I be texting your girl
And getting paid for my bars

Where my real ninjas at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all my real bitches at?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
And all the bad bitches getting bags?
Right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here.
Awwwww