[Intro: U-God]

Time to strongarm this shit

This how we gon' do, dead arm this man, knowhatimsayin?

From the root to the fruit, twenty-one gun salute this shit

Uptown, Downtown, New York, down South

L.A., that's how we gon' do it, Hillside, nigga, all day



[Desert Eagle]

Meet me at the pop off, INF on the block

Hillside, get your rocks off, take it to the top

Got the whole world hatin', can't take me in the drop

Can't take it how I'm cakin' it, catch me in the spot

And you might see a veteran stance, but you'll never see a veteran dance

But you might catch me bangin' in the twat

She ain't got G, she ain't untangling my knot

In my baratone throw, here, bangin' out the box

Clubs to cell blocks, here tangle with an ox

Got gorillas in the mist, all my niggas arm with lead

So we gotta watch the killas on the strip

You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip

One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit

I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click

Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to this shit



[U-God]

As the music gets louder at the top of the hour

It's time to devour, cuz I'm hungry for power

I rise the towers, I'll retire your mans

And it never backfires when I devise a plan

I sprinkle money showers, I'm suppose to think big

All you coward ass niggas don't want me to live

Up the ladder of success, I won't forgive

Ya'll tight ass niggas, ya'll greedy ass pigs, nigga

Last bids, better tie it, the CREAM

I got here, hard work, plus dreams of steam

I'm a mean machine, eat Lean Cuisine

Similar to Steve McQueen on silver screen

I'm suppose to redeem, see my Sprewells twirl

I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the