They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(Till you get to Colombia)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
[ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ]
This one is dedicated to the posse
The founder, the author of `Niggas Just Jock Me`
The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet
Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats
The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D
My road dog, the man Slick Money
415 complete, that`s it
A new year`s resolution to make hits
`89 my pen and paper were taxed
But see in `90, my shit is comin on wax
Money put together right, so we could use it
Talent so damn tight, we make music
Loc, a mic artist, straight sinister
DJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime Minister
The J the E the D, straight lethal
But in the `90s he`s goin legal
Those who don`t know will soon be realizin
That the crew is just 41Fivin
[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(Ain`t)
[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]
415 is the code to the Eastside
So if you`re not strong, fold to the weak side
Loc`s got the ammo, I ride the tank
Daryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bank
All from the Oaktown, but different spots
Don`t catch a bullet, punk, it`s way hot
The stage belongs to the crew that`s on it
So think about the funk before you say that you want it
Because we came to do a show and we do it legit
And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit
See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug
You catch a hot one when you`re fuckin with a thug
We don`t play that shit, we believe in survival
But we`ll cold catch a murder beef when we`re 4 Send " 41fivin" Ringtone to your Cell