We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what?
Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
It started from hunger, till it all went insane
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes not
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
So now what I do? Start namin' names again, what?
I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
Tell them jump through the top
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not used to me
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Order to go, always got a box of L's
And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz, aight
