You know what makes me much stronger than you
Catchin' cases, niggaz pull they macs out
They really ain't no true players
But fagot niggaz wanna spoil it
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Niggaz getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal
So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease
But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference
Between me and other bitches
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
'Cause Frank don't play with lai money, get high money
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Motherfuckers think they tough guys
Plus my boss is a outlaw
Trife please, MC's of all types, homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals
Dream accounts, large amounts
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
'Cause I stopped killin' niggaz for free
Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
I gotta reputation to look out for
In Hempstead, kids fled, rumors was dead
I fuck to bust a nut
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley, watch the show
I can take pain much longer than you
I brings the most dangerous diseases
As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
Lil' Kim not a slut
Dick-riders get off the dick
Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
And stay fuckin' other bitches, style never switches
Death comes to those that oppose the clique
Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
Faggot ass motherfuckers
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out for shootin' up a townhouse
Like my flow, my charm, wifey on the arm
The gat carryin', rap barbarian
I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me
I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380
They fuck to get they riches
No beef with no cliques, niggaz don't want shit, Trife impresses
Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses, who the best is? Mafia
Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin' bridges
'Cause, larceny got guns for y'all
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
I be flirtin' for certain, wearin' short skirts and
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'
Who us? We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban
The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggaz lovely
Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up
