Artist: Napoleon f/ Guttz Grindz Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: What Set You Claim Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Guttz Grindz] What set you claim (nigga) what set you claim (nigga) What set you claim (nigga) what set you claim (nigga) What set you claim (nigga) what set you claim (nigga) What set you claim (nigga) what set you claim (nigga) [Napoleon] In Virginia we flip O's, bricks keep our wrists froze Drug dealers push Benz Coupes, instead of 6-4's Half of these chicks hoes, they giving strip shows Just for me to get dough, I kidnap a rich foe Thug niggas sniff blow, shit, Michael Figno All about the way we kill niggas, if they snitch, yo Calico's we spit slow, feds taking pics yo Club lights, we get so drunk, niggas we piss Mo' Dubs on our whips glow, aiyo, we stick those White boys that sell E pills inside the disco VA cats sick, yo, master rubber grips blow We got it all from Latin King folks, Bloods, Crips, show [Chorus] [Napoleon] Yo, it's the same shit, different day, vice law, sniffing yay Trick bitches still tricking, old folks sit and pray Young kids that once had, dreams of the NBA Locked up with fifty years, sitting up in prison gate Red flags, blue flags, chinchillas, doo-rags Purple haze in caskets, diesel in the blue bags Gang bang in Park Place, I spit in a NARC's face Every time endictments come around, yo, my heart race OG's, OZ's, my powder cause nose bleeds Plus we put embalming fluid, all over my foes reef Blood in, blood out, you fight if you fight me All of my niggas caught, bodies in they white tees We break thumbs and tattoo tears like Bobby Johnson Riding through the hood in Maserati with a Thompson When money short, my goons beat, fiends with the hammers Illuminati goons, we wearing green bandanas [Chorus] [Napoleon] My Crenshaw, to Gary, Indiana, yo my name ring We similar to Gremlins, the feds call us gangreen Chuck Taylors, catch me out west with the esses With SK's, beige khaki's, quick to let the techs spray Decepticon, my man, Jim Jones, a fifty state rebel He lock and load, with the thirty eight special We throw signs to join us, you got the killa po' nine Niggas weed so garbage, shit, I'd rather grow mine Sherm stick, code of the street, you better learn quick Before I come to your crib, on some Big Perm shit So play Smokey, and don't deal with principality I stab you in your neck with a pencil, yeah, it's a casualty We game related, but not a movie like 2Pac's Cuz only real for real, my niggas cop new glocks From King's Nation, I'm so hot, you sware you seen Satan I know Bloods with red shoe strings for laces [Chorus]