text: 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