[Dusty While in Bolivia, Starks has bumped heads with drug czar Columbo and moved over ten pounds of raw
[Ghostface Yo, make sure y'all turn that down y'all watchin over there? Is that the marathon? shit been on all night right?
I smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the Woodrow the Basehead I him with the first taste He reached for his pipe, his sleeves up him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his He's bleedin fatal, he smell it's so ripe Told Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his Tell her to chill, feed her some I heard a knock times, nervous me dropped the raw Ol' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts And snatched up his coke napkin, thick snots hangin from his nose Had Woodrows bitch on the laughin gracious, Tony gosh Put away the Frosted Flakes, killin us The residue from the last batch we all was Got my son, Chet, spent five, in the house look I lost weight
See that was at the door, he got mad
I don't a fuck what he got Niggaz can't keep up here, this the spot
Yo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, me Plus I'm paranoid, and you the narcs be huntin Niggaz probably that Starks be frontin Cause I spazzed out, up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now fucked Told him the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he up No shorts, only him a play if he buy enough Cop ten, hit him off a brand new stem Our is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm Make sure you get that beans from Pam She shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man He came through sellin his X-Box and PlayStation 3, all he wanted was Big Frankenstein his MB's Socks out, followin me I'm tryin to hide the D's, nigga