[Verse 1] Cayman Islands A Billion Friends Adrian S PorterAh, ah!I’m sittin’ in the crib dreamin’ about Lear jets and coupesThe way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops!)I’m interrupted by a doorbell3:52 – who the hell is this?I gets up quick, cocks my shitStop the dogs from barkin’, then proceed to walkin’It’s a face that I seen beforeMy nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floorCheck it!I look deeper; I see blood up on his sneakersAnd his fist gripped a chrome four-fifthSo I dipNigga, is you creepin’ or speakin’?He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the BeaconI opens up the door, pitiful: “Is he in critical?”Retaliation for this one won’t be minimal’Cause I’m a criminal way before the rap shitBust the gat shit, Puff won’t even know what happenedIf it’s done smoothly, silencers on the UziStash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutieWith a booty that done fuck Big PopHead spinnin’, reminiscin’ ’bout my man C-Rock