He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Wisecracks distorted for your get high you hijack
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
Blazin' that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em dues
Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks
Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump, he's sittin' on junk
Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there with wavy hair
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey
God you see how he was laid out in the grass with dirt in his mouth
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from
But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
The potency of a sting from a killa bee
Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the money
His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin'
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Now you snitchin' on the squadron
Rockin' Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that
Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a Volvo
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
So I see no need to mention
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now, you rap villains
Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style
We feel the same way you feelin', let it be known
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
He's a slave cop, behave pop
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel
I remember stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh
Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks
She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens
Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
That's somethin' niggaz can't pardon
What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
Guess jeans, she charged thirty-five beans
Kickin' the battery out the back of them
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone
We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and robbin'
Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blue suits who bay stop us
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
What the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies
He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in SoHo
Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip
