147

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]

Dirty Sanchez, and I got dirty presidents

Tell your bitch that we at the back door kicking it

Mix the light of hash with the spliff in it

My lungs are blacker than licorice so they match with my timberlands

Missy didn't hit the L yet but, I'm super duper fly man

Aviators on no helmet

Capital STEEZ helped us formulate a team

Now it's cool all week, 45 to 47 degrees

Fuck school though, them hoes scoot over

95 maxima the new range rovers

It feels like we space traveling

With a eighth and a lava lamp, niggas just wishing we'd throw the towel in

Tiedye mental now kill the game we bound to win

Crown and caged we proceed yall pre-game

All our proceeds are sprouting now we reigning

Dirty motherfucker this game what we staining

[Hook: Dirty Sanchez]

And you don't stop it's still 147 on an undercover cop

And you don't stop it's still 147 on an undercover cop

[Verse 2: Rokamouth]

From an AK get em to a motherfucking cop

Fuck is they repping for trying to lock me up for pot

It's too bad that these bullets ain't gon make you niggas stop

Cause the way that they be watching think these faggots want the cock

Why they plot on a nigga? Guess they think I'm selling rock

Cause my knots grown bigger, I'm saving for the top

Just to drop ya'll quicker, fuck what you heard beast coast gon get ya

And when we come get ya bring ya spot on the stretcher

I'm a real hot stepper fighting hard for this cheddar

And only getting better do this shit in any weather

And if you really clever watch your head for your head get severed

[Hook: Rokamouth]

And you don't stop and that's 147 on an undercover cop

And you don't stop and that's 147 on an undercover cop

[Verse 3: A La $ole]

As I walk through the streets in the alleys of Brooklyn

Feins is on a scheme mad cops is crookin' you shooken

Just look kid, this ain't your average playground

Bodides in the garbage so them niggas never play round

Just stay down, cause stray bullets might leave your face looking

Destructed, young ruckus can't touch this

Fake MC's, get the ham and no bluffing

They say the kids ill, no I'm fucking disgusting

The bucket brim low, the all black timbos

Wear the lumberjack got a Brooklyn mental

We fresher than mentos, you cats is all weak

Spending heat on momentum never stand on our feet

Each stanza I demand these answers in my hand

Ready for fortune and my times are for grand

Just understand God these streets is murderous

I know you heard of us, you ain't hurting us

It's looking worse for ya, we need a hearse for ya

Better quit while you're ahead or get murked in a

New York minute you'll get smoked like you Newport living

They want beef but MC's only be grillin'

[Hook: A La $ole]

Motherfucker, said it's 147 on an undercover cop

Yeah, motherfucker

I said 147 on an undercover cop

[Verse 4: Joey BADA$$]

Puff puff, pass the dutchy to the righteous man

Heights expand, what we like the contraband

Hit the road with a conscious band

Flow rugged raw shit and

Filled with intoxicants

So the groupie girls pop lock it in

Drop it like it's hotter than tropic land

Tropacan in a can, Cancun on a can am, Dee got the cam

Found yo ex on the beach, yo call me the sandman

Got the queen of dancehall on a handstand

Don't worry bout what car I be in it got your BM in it

Dark tinted, so you can't see him in it

Sharp splinters, told him it'll be a minute

Of blood stains thicker than wood grain

Thinking they would gain but your hood blamed

Production of your environmental conception

Wishin' you was let into which you was not let in

Flourishing through flows that let you hours

True coffee flowers for hours

True MC's they move beef with cowards

Me and Powers discovered our powers when we hit the sours

Word to my brother STEEZ, I pack with the loudest so much green

When we hit spliffs it's like we hit the lotto

That's the lotto cause "Life's a bitch" is still a motto

But that ain't the only reason we get high tho

[Hook: Joey BADA$$]

Yeah, and you don't stop

It’s still 147 on an undercover cop

Yeah, and you don't stop

It's still 147 on an undercover cop

[Outro]

"Local Hip Hop Group Pro Era 47 insists that they do not spray this graffiti around the neighbourhood, but they do say they designed the image and that is the number 47, they say it's meant to represent peace and balance."