Original lyrics
ENMama told me that I'd get rich up off these melodies
Instead I'm gettin' this bread
And I put it all on my shooters and they felonies
Fuck is you tellin' me?
All hail, baby, we back in business (uh)
We out here talkin' like we back in business (aye)
All hail, bitch, we back in business
Back in business all hail, baby (aye)
My life a Scorsese
I'm whippin' four more (four)
Until it's full, baby
We strappin' 'em all, baby (strappin' it up)
We packin' 'em tall, baby (packin' it up)
Go out to war, baby
It's one for all, baby (grrt)
It's all hail 'cause we back in business
Off in this kitchen cookin', flippin' like I'm back in Denny's
And all hail 'cause we comin' with them Mac 11s
These niggas snitch, we clap the witness, traffic where we catch him (yeah, yeah)
