I'm tucked on the border line Where I'm picturing stones I hit the switch, and watch them bitches be gone Get it right figga, I'm in my rear view Cause the streets can hear you Bright moon to steer you, it's gotta be wild Get in position cause the streets you'll find Matter of fact I'm on a detail grind Without no female lies, me and my team move Ice like snow storms, the price gets Tighter than vise grips, cause game is priceless Jammed up with ice picks no way you can write this Seven on the dices, the way that I like shit Catch me in the background holding the mac now You never back down bitch you better back down
Look in my eyes nigga tell me what you see This right here, it's for the books like Frasier and Ali Strap in ya belt cause we takin' the ride Through this concrete jungle, where you scratch to survive Ya gotta, play by the rules cause the wolves is lurkin Night time the streets is quiet, but them wolves is workin You can slip if you want, that's when ya know it's real Back against the wall, that's when ya blow the steel
Hey yo I spit that crack, hit you with a freebie After that, bet you keep coming back to see me See me, now picture that When I'm better than any other chick that rap Ya'll acting like I aint never picked up the bat Or picked up a mac, and make a bitch shit in her slacks So try chill and relax, till I little spaz I done filpped chicks for just trying to give me a dap But since boy I take ya jewels, I aint givin 'em back And they can investigate me I aint givin 'em jack It's neither big I bang (?) for the streets strictly That's why everywhere I go I got beef in the east with me Give me ya leaf and the piece is sticky, don't try nothing tricky I punch you in ya neck go tell ya moms to hit me Custom made khaki's, no Im not sticky Who told ya'll chicks you was fucking with me
Too many hutlers, and not enough customers Shit on the hood, nobody gonna have no love for ya Losing ya street cred on the real you can eat lead And you don't want no problems, praying that the beef dead Yo they brought me back to strangle the mood The little and Slick Rick neck dangling gold I aint home but few times a day I be changing my clothes I want this next generation to know When rap suck, you brought it back to the essence So sit back and really think before you ask any questions Got this game in the cobra clutch cowards ya'll know what's up And ya shook what's on this earth I seen so much stuff I used to roll with Russ, the doors opened up Doing big big things like making clothes and stuff Street master mind, ya'll talking asinine And I aint have no choice my nigga I had to grind I'm known for making moves, labels be baking fools Everything is fixed, it's like people get paid to lose A few occasions my neighbourhood do it major news Ya boy got more flavor than Jamican food
Let's slow the process elimination My niggas out for that mighty Dollar, What you chasing? I done been where you trying to go and back again I done seen niggas bang they own niggas And believe me not an accident, so you think I give a fuck What you say, how you feel My niggas never tell shit, but a coward will I used to yap about the Maybach A real nigga in this industry is like a needle in the hay stack Fresh deodors, what we got before us Suckers think they flow sick mind is rigor mortis I don't know who the fuck ya playing with Price on ya head could be that bitch ya laying with That'll take you to ya maker, while I'm in Jamica Twistin up that Celtic green niggas post like Vin Baker
