[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 water down What y'all watchin over Is the Honeymooner marathon? That shit on all night right?
I smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the in the safe Woodrow the I surprised him with the first taste He reached for his pipe, his sleeves up Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow you His head hit the table, a few rocks out his pipe He's bleedin fatal, he smell like so ripe Told Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his Tell her to chill, feed her white I a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw Ol' dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back And snatched up his coke napkin, with snots hangin from his nose Had Woodrows on the floor laughin Goodness gracious, Tony Put away the Frosted Flakes, killin us The residue from the batch we all was straight Got my son, Chet, spent five, stayed in the house look I lost
See was Crime at the door, he got mad
I don't give a fuck he got Niggaz keep comin up here, this the spot
Yo Crime you the spot be bumpin, pardon me Plus I'm paranoid, and you know the be huntin probably think 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, now he's fucked Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon Every fiend that walk the door, check if he wired up No shorts, only give him a play if he buy Cop ten, hit him off a brand new stem Our is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm sure you get that hundred beans from Pam She popped in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man He came sellin his TV's and PlayStation 3, all he wanted was three Big holdin his MB's hangin out, followin me I'm tryin to hide the D's, nigga