You're gettin' closer to death
Either spark your metal or get outlined in chalk by the devil
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff, listen up
Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound
They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
Your guns and runnin' the island
You gotta cheer it, you can't win you better join 'em
Official thugs in the drug profession
Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on the serious tip
I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys, freeze
Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was
Minute ago, you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick
Watch for the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics
You was't violent, you was silent
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably Dove 'cause we all way on top of the shelf
And now I take you for a walk through the ghetto
Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
My tech'll roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
Talk of the town, soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown
If you ever see me with the Feds you can bet it's in the cuffs
My niggaz is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
You goin' straight to hell as you sell your soul for your flesh
How pathetic, did it to get out of the calisthetics?
I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
Don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze
Still seein' the judge for drug possession
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed
I used to have to pack a mac in back of the Acura
The Squad and T.S., out with the B.S., we platinum
Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground
My matureness is my insurance
Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin'
Just pass the cheese, please don't test the toaster
Fuck all y'all non-believers; I roll with God
Reaper's got a hold on your breath
You gotta fear it 'cause every last gem is poison
Like you said on your album
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit, I used to clap shit
Drug connections, drug addictions
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
And blast the back of your knees
I'm head-annointin' niggas like the Holy Gospel
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
To either get big or leave and let live
I thought you was wildin', bustin'
Tryin' to get college credits
It's like that, but don't think I won't counter act
I'm the only vato loco to smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils
