Music is I ain't in to fashion or ice I into chain snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife Fan supportin' don't never ask him the If you new you can't afford it, you askin' advice to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I don't have me a light Meth, not the for doin' the pipe But the type when you feel it you know I'm it right You know I spit it but hate to to admit it They criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, I the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise Yah, still talk about it and I still it Underground a shovel and still diggin' It's always been the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't here then don't visit
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Most of us pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the for that? What The penalty is and there is no alternative
me bad Face emerge, in the bath Switchblade, raid, drugs on the glass villains, hunchback, gun for the killin' Suitcase, FBI a bug on the millions Shoot-outs, hang on the train ride Mafia's assassins, cocaine's Fat man with the ring laughin' Movin' the static traffic The hoss, boss The Dragon His head's bald, enemies are His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit His broad is fit the largest tits Through the fog, sit Helicopters over divers dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and The bets, Threats, wear wires, shooters was hired
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Like a Shaolin astoundin', grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, and ounces Well-rounded like cursive, my birth inertia Converge and surge, hurt and ya Philosophical, prodigal, son quantical Known to a clip and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot red I split particles, follicles rift Punches hit with drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, cleaner than sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't show it more if I Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp MCs Earn mine, wouldn't even give you my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas heat Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you ain't the nicest, you a target,
We the niggas that did that. I don't give a fuck nobody say Alright bring it back a bit
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, and build me a train Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? brutal. You deserve to be Well, I'd to see you try that You think this is going to out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who will be killed. Those who kill have to be killed now?