text: 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...