feat. Ice Grillz
  
  [Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
  Hey grandma, yea, how you feelin'?
  Yeah, everything's okay, and yourself?
  Oh, grandma, I was just callin' to ask you
  If you had a Hooptie that I can borrow, yeah a Hooptie
  Yeah, my cars in the shop right now, I have to go see my girl
  Yeah, I can hold it? Thank you, grandma, I appreciate it so much
  You know I love you, so much, okay, I got to go though
  Oh, wait, grandma, you got a gun that I can borrow?
  
  [Intro: Itchy-Fingas]
  Yo, M.M.O., baby, Protect Ya Neck, baby
  The patrol zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, stop playin' games
  Wit the pop, pop, pop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
  
  [Itchy-Fingas]
  Yo, I stop the press, niggas get hands pump in they chest
  C.P.R. flow, I got ya'll niggas coughin' up dough
  Double M to the O, blow like a fifty of 'dro
  And splash tracks like never before, we untouched pa
  Porsche or a Jaguar, scanner with the radar, start your shit
  Blowin' niggas right where they sit
  I spit the flows, but the flows be sick, B.I. ridiculous
  We addicted to blow, ya'll, cause ya'll niggas predicted it
  Cheddar's my witness, flossin' like bricks, like brick-face
  Benjamin big-face, around the world like Puff and Mase
  Whatever it take, we push weight for high stakes
  Tristate, down state, nigga just don't play
  I spit the murder, but the radio, just won't play
  No Flex bomb threats, it's strictly conflicts up in the conference
  
  [Chorus 4X: Itchy-Fingas]
  Stop playin' games with that dough, pa
  We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O.
  
  [Ice Grillz]
  We rolled up in two bubble-eye 6's, rag to riches
  Don't get it twisted, nigga, pop a bottle, snappin' pictures
  Cake like Duncan Hines, we sport, platinum shines
  Links, laced in full length minks
  Don't be protected, in armor cars like brinks
  Valet, park the car, I'm at the bar sippin' drinks, like
  Shootin' stars, pass Mars, whatever
  Me and my dunns pack guns roll tougher than leather
  Like a wrist, raw spit, with Glaciers of Ice
  My whole team's blingin' like a diamond, just a heist
  Eyes to the skies, me and my duns bust slugs in it
  Like a foreigner G.S., wit the windows tinted
  All my Sunz of Man got plans to receive
  Hundreds of grands for they body pay beneath the sand
  For real, for real, cats is killed on the hill, but still
  Try to stack, teach the seeds and build
  We originate, from the Asiatic populate
  Nubian state, the Gods hold it down to weight
  Six sets, trillion tons, multiplied by
  Nineteen million guns, you hear me son?
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  
  [Triggnomm]
  I clap in the booth, hydro, Henny and heat
  Spit sixteen in the street, dead at the police
  Criminals on patrol, killas off parole
  The truth unfolds, my flows become horrible
  Duckin' forty one slugs, at police clubs and buttocks
  Raw, rough and rugged, like the media love it
  Hot flows, accumulatin' to a drop rose
  As far as I'm supposed, that's how hip hop goes
  So we drink, smoke and skeet, til we coke or go broke
  Noddin' off in our sleep, like we be dippin' the dope
  Robo thugs, wit M.J. millennium gloves
  See my vision, can't you tell, we on submission
  We gon' get that dough, and we gon' split that dough
  And if necessary wit calico's, close the show
  I'm certain, it be curtains once your wounds start hurtin'
  Your dog start desertin', relatives in a hearsin'
  What's worse, then playin' with a black man's dough
  That's like fuckin' his queen hoe, or wreckin' his vehicle
  Ya'll muthafuckas see the glow in M.M.O.
  C.I. cats, now multiply dough times that, stop playin'
  
  [Chorus 6X]
  
  [Outro: Itchy-Fingas]
  Yo, M.M.O. Official, Protect Ya Neck Records
  The drome zone, Itchy-Fingas Sha, Big Trigg, Iron Sheik
  You heard me, it's not a game, yo stop playin' games wit that dough pa
  We get that dough, pa, we take that dough, pa, M.M.O.
  Let me at it, lemme double that..