Jay! Fuck that, this is it right baby! You know it is
Yo, I used to bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' 38-snub steel with no hammer
And I see niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss 'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my Phonin' your women, drunk off and lemon And you know I'm writin' the mean, lightin' the green
I need to boogie, even I look, right in the beam Judge out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggaz us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you They call me Raspy, tell you I want you to know Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, me to blow I got a lot of so I'm able to skip
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm to flip You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X. And if we cool, then I write a for a drop in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet get the legs and the neck
Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish Swanson New York's Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's Now I suggest you hit the and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? in your chains I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't It's like wake up, move a brick, of it slow Make car money, with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe
I a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted And I don't even want waves, be halfway new That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be
I put thirty in your head, all in the hole 'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper mine? Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in spine Fuck me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I your coke, 'ju crazy?
Aiyyo, catch me a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight Lincoln pasta shells to go, always got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and
I'm Pinero, so I a snake, rat, or a pig I pop 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to father 'Cause I like to chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' You hold your if you holdin' a brick sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Us and DMX, the Ruff cartel to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime,
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and summers Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin' not to let bullshit become us
It from hunger, till it all went insane Now bitches notice the now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper came
I niggaz stop speakin' my name trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin', streets watchin', I keep poppin' is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay for pesos, chase hoes not I circle 'round the block in a drop Tell them through the top Where the sun roof to be, I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like other, I'm the meanest Toughest Don Dada, the gun You the type that bust a lot of shots and touch ya I'm the that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a like no other
I'm nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist Niggaz a taste, but wouldn't come to my face So what that mean? You cats is playin' again So now what I do? Start namin' again, what?
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak the heart Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is bark We can take it there, but to it fair, get some more niggaz Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz,
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the you forgotten about That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my covered Plus it's all gravy chicken when it's smothered, what? Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon You want it the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon