Rite Here - Lon Dini, L.I.S., Babbi-Par

We got the block popping, clubs they booty popping

Our life like a movie, you’re just watching

We right there, listen, we right there

Yea, we right there, uh-huh, we right there, right there

I tour a lot of states, I saw a lot of cake

Hood to hood, only thing change is the plates

I pitch right over the plate, steel plate, third, wait

For a chance, I could slide over home base

Mobile phone vibrate, I’m eating live bake

While I try to LandShark, that was back in '98

Try and cop the '08, grind 'til we so straight

Real estate options, thing I’m 'bout to buy a rose gate

Every word I jot is crystal clear

If I got love for ya state, or been there

Look, I’m right here, I don’t care if you get drunk off beers

Or throw a chair, many nights fight with them kids, still I’m right here

This is nothing like the Chingy song, mami sing along

You looking mighty think in that thong, why don’t you take it off?

I ain’t in Miami for nothing, came to see Ricky Ross

Dude said he got it for cheap, I need a brick of soft

This is for my Warriors in Omaha, Nebraska

My sag nasty blasters, my Kansas City flashers

My wolves on the grind, they do it cuz they have to

State true to their lines and move crowds like a pastor

I’m proof it’s our time, I’ve walked the fine line

I’ve been labelled a good seed and labelled a slime crime

I’ve cracked divine minds and I ain’t even in my prime

I rep for all states by New York is mine

It’s like, such preportions of thoughts that he conjures

Nobody’s touching the crew, they’re too enormous

Yup, you should’ve warned up before they come upon them

Now he gotta prepare for full blown war shit

Full throttle with more models than Patron bottles

Some swallow, some gargle, but you know they all follow

I’ll probably call Lot-a, tell 'em that they got a winner

Matter of fact, keep ya dollar, I’m running with go-getters