[Chorus: Kryme Life]
My name ring bellz from the streets to the cells,
Big clientele, Product move well,
Big money stacks, Hand-off like NFL,
Narcotics took a big OZ livin off sales,
My name ring bellz, My name ring bellz,
From Marcy to Stapleton we ring bellz,
From Nostrand to Broad street niggas know well,
We give it out for 113 and 212.
[Kryme Life]
Yo, This year I got somethin to prove,
I'm settin the stand, so I guess I gotta run em' the rules,
I'm bout to crush nigga's groove, I'm makin examples,
I get my rolls with the food, Fuck breakin them samples,
Cause they dirty in the field where the work get handled,
For my bread get broken down and dismantled,
This year I need all of my chips, Keep em' comin,
I aint postin on this corner hard for nothin,
On blast got dimes that's slab, $20 wet bags,
The way I'm flyin through for this paper, I'm gettin jet-lag,
I'm the reason yall niggas stopped smokin stress bags,
Wanna blow piff, Get dipped, Tryna pop tags,
While yall gettin little money on the strip,
Shit get a little ugly on the strip, Call the cops fast,
A couple niggas stood, Mad niggas fell
Everybody heard about it cause my name ring bellz.
[Tommy Whispers]
I got dope verses for sale, two for five,
Because out of two out of five niggas don't write your rhymes,
Stop frontin, I don't give credit so just dead it,
My lines is authentic, I done bagged up a half a key,
Of this rap potency with the relish, Spread it,
All through your hood, Shoot it up like diabetics,
Better duck low from flying pellets,
Niggas tryna through somethin back, But I aint get it,
I'm headed to the top like suds in a bottle, Bout to pop out the nozzle,
Ski mask and snow goggles, Thrown off the gattos(?)
I got you, Two bodies popped up like waffles,
I'm hostile, Sawed off your eyes, Blood in your nostril.
[Chorus]
[Jew Dew]
Ayo, I does my thing, From Marcy to Beijing my name ring,
If it's poppin' in on, I don't wanna talk,
My gun lift niggas up, Show my support,
And I live how I think, So fear my thoughts,
I carry long shit, I can't wear no shorts,
I'm not impressed, These niggas hatin in the closet,
Like R. Kelly they stressed, They that much sexed,
I don't give a fuck, I clean em' up like a mess,
They know I'm comin and prayin to God like I'm an AIDS test,
Move over, Leave stage left,
The trey pound live, And the 12 gauge rep nigga,
My metaphors is better, Yours will never make it,
You better pause, I'm for the cause, I gotta break it,
This is generation hatred, The matrix is hell,
For all my niggas in jail we ring bells. (Yo, Yo)
[Trife Da God]
Look at me now, Head up in the clouds, Mamma so proud,
To my brothers, Look your baby boy is holdin it down,
Me and my niggas kept the block hot while lightin the hood up,
Coulda swore we was track stars when the cars used to pull up,
From, Tourin in Europe, To ballin in Vegas
In the back of my mind, I knew I was destined for greatness,
As a youth I was young and tenacious,
Till you said I was bright as a light bulb, Because I was one of they favorites,
Now there's c-notes, Bulgin out the pockets of my pea-coat,
Inhalin the finest weed smoke, Crusin on speed boats,
Angel hair pasta appetizer with cheese toast,
Fly some helicopters, Overlooking the ski slopes,
My peers keep waxing they ears with dirty teeth(?)
We grind bosses, Fuckin bad bitches on dirty sheets,
We hold heat, Bust at police, And never tell,
But everybody here bout it cause we ring bells. (Ring Bells Echo)
[Outro: Trife Da God]
Shout out to LL,
Pockets is swell,
We got the mumps,
Acme money over here man, (Hahaha)
Laugh at ya niggas man, Yall can't see us,
Marcy to Stapleton, (Marcy to Stapleton Echo)
We call it Stars,
Starsky and Hutch, Break a dutch, (Break a Dutch Echo)
Get thrown in the cobra clutch,
Fuck it, That's what it is. (That's What it is Echo)
