Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(The weed so strong)
Like 2 thirds of a brick
Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
I play the best hood, o-t with Tim Westwood
They gotta put it glass jars
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader
Not even if your baby's mom fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
'98, it's ours
Thought L.O.X. told y'all the key to life
Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort Knox lazura
Yo, thug shit thug shit, what, what?
Like Johnny handsome been sonning niggas for so long
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Untertainment, L.O.X., Terror Squad
Make me go extra hard, yo Nore should I hold back
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the
Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
Bloody lip tastes but the Cam is in big races?
And cash y'all
This the real shit
All your sales could be luck, only question for these ducks is
(Shut the fuck up)
Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic
(They say you get what you ask for)
Or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
I still say no, no is no, no can doe
I show them why it's so hard to reach us
And I don't give a fuck what, yo, I save my shit
Ya, niggas drinking Hennessey, drinking my flow
But the world know the girl though
Cats like to rip places
Trying to be out in '98, you know [unverified]
Fronting live with a weak army
A stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody
Shit that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
What, what, what, what
Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
(If a nigga ain't a thief)
That it's them again, nature Norega, wild gremlins
Ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
What the fuck is the deal? Thugged out entertainment
Niggas try to smoke me out
That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry
Pump the shotty guaging, hit the shorty while he potty training
(I'm trying to watch this movie)
Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live, no replays
(Bust off)
(And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
(Mope me out)
(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
(Back of a whip)
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
(Paniero and 'Kiss)
Be around 'til ya body rot and if the feds bring us in
(See the plan is to stash all)
I get pussy with my fathers features
Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle
Baby girl, can we fuck? You the type that need a wife
My ass, you can kick or kiss it
Ay yo, let's get loose, Hennessey straight with tomato juice
Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
But I stay in import the pig places
I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
That's why I never do a song with you
Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day
Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in
Then he better have the cash for it and we gonna
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you
'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out
We get the same time Gotti got
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
So get it 'cause you asked for it
Shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and apple sauce
Or show the repertoire, quit at 16
I fuck her off a furlough, she'll be up, hook me up
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey
And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Seen my story on 6,666 pages, wages, I wrote six aces
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
And I don't give a fuck what, you can save your shit
Fuck around, I spray around
Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian
I think I got a grandson, my passion is money
Ready to dig faces but the bang it ain't
