Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
Blastin' a do-did-it, first before they put it out, clue
'Cuz even if you reppin' like a man of steel
Cuz, I proved I move the retail
You gon' still need a weapon when you land a deal
I crept in and got handed meals
Linda, bandi, steflo, Brooklyn
Lengston you, LG
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Catch a gun case an' bounce, still they'll barely frisk you
Get metal in ya mouth, like braces and retainers
If not put it out, I'm pushin' it before they put it out
Push wig, for grain
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Yeah
You never ain't never seen it move this smooth on Sprewell's
Talkin' stumlo, Guonas
Make the smoothest grooves wit female
Brooklyn stand the fucker
Like a military issue
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mil's?
Now the white and black rides look like salt, pepper on a bannon grill
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal, footed out
Tryin' a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Goin' to war is still a scary issue
And I remove the rules on V12's
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
All believe, Glym wall
Have her suckin' long enough to leave a nigga body drained
That'll run up shootin' in front of a group of people
Every project, rebourse, Kings Borough
Rosawell
Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin'
I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain-a
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin' stupid people
The way I pass the rock, could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
You got some sticky weed, pass it
Why you let a groupie deep you?
I'm a hustler, he's just a middle man to me
One for watch you slippin' like you steppin' on banana peels
So watch what you say to them, crackers
You must be fuckin' stupid, nigga
Mossly
Fill it in, brown fill
I'll put a couple g's on yer head, like you play for the packers
Ride up on yer Coupe creep you
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil'?
Still I had you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin'
Abyss fill, faragay
