Blowin' hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math
(Bobby!)
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
(Bobby!)
One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
Smoked out, dead broke or off point
I be in the Benzo, keep a low profile
Pollyin' deals, monopoly and bills
It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard
Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground
Special uninvited guests came in through the back door
Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing
Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's
Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild
(Bobby!)
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
If I don't eat, then we already met
X amount of lead spray from the barrel
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
To make my niggas from East New York flip
Darts on layaway, beats on standby
I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
Broke the record flowin', without any knowin'
Go broke, all seen, done it
Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
Ayo, ayo, waves is spinnin', blades is spinnin'
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them}
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
The best time yet still 7.0
That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound
(Bobby!)
2000 zitos, movin' wit a ill ego
Scandalous, made the metro panic
Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
Y'all niggas lyin'
Words from the heavy set
Takin' it straight to Big Man on Campus
That my wordplay won the 400 meter relay
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin'
Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
Stay truck, God stay playin' linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out
Slay 'em in the eighth inning
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
Cause static, with or without the automatic
Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
Who don't pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Fly ass bro, liver than coke
Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in
It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
My powder voice, Snow White stiff
Run on the track like Jesse Owens
Razor blades in my gums
Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
And my phaser off stun
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out
Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Signin' 7 and a sun
Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
