- Do you have the money? - Do you got the stuff? - Sure I have the stuff, but I don't have it right here with me now. I have it close by... no te apures - I don't have the money, either. I have it close by, too
Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go The City know no video, plenty low On any foe, let the semi show
Action-filled synopsis The way we lie to cops - straight-faced mobsters (I ain't do it) If my guerrilla team was on the silver screen, we'd have won Oscars My signature style unorthodox like Doctor's (here's your prescription) I know I'm better than ever now but far from obnoxious (I'm aight, I'm aight) We touch your heart, mark dark gutter proctors Bring your number two oxes And your massif We wet it up mean, if step on scene with galoshes Niggas better head underground like the ostrich I'm in the hood patient leanin', y'all gettin' chased and screamin' I face my demons Be coming in first place since I raced the semen Don't plan the altar Strong support system with me and my manz Volta We rip stages down like 'Zilla and Mothra I body tracks, bring in the chalker Basketball, bikes, bus passes is the shit I fought for You scared to leave school at three o'clock, throwin' up with cramps As I was mushin' niggas at bus stops, throwin' up my hands I'm hard rock classic, no fears, heart pump acid Start reachin' for it, they saw it, niggas casp it I clear the block without a shot, the aggressor Just walked through, made a gesture Nothin' loud, nothin' extra I school each semester I leave lessons for your professor Waiting for Jay to start breeding Empresses that take down wrestlers We lock the spot down, my niggas at the exits Ski mask, hallows - a live nigga checklist Trunk full of iron, just bought it from Texas Stacks of imperial, took four days to scratch all the serials D's got nothin', just hooded figures on the video
Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go The City know no video, plenty low On any foe, let the semi show
Made my road through empty, let the dark side tempt me Now I do favors, no payments, just thank me (yo what up, man) A simple good look, nothin' lengthy A quick jotted street list with hypnotic sequence from the MP Niggas don't want drama, we bleed on beats Blunt trauma, I see through punk rhymers (soft niggas) Keep it flowing out, not one comma My skill rubbed off, I was shinin' Lefty when I get on, I'll come find her I remember trips was skip the pick and nab Thirty eight stickin' out my pants Case nigga from Seth look frontin' and I'm licking at they manz I taked up guns in my teens Tanel showed me that trey pound with the beam (what up, 'Nel!) My next one was clean Used to dig hottest chicks was right in Queens Them on the side 122nd on the stoop, tight in they jeans Caught Uptown fever, bagged a diva Treated the God like shit but it was hard to leave her (it's hard, pussy's good!) I was young, had to learn it for a month in a rest Like a hermit, Kev start wildin', "fuck is your problem?" You glad she wasn't burnin' I bounced back but scars showin', heart stone Nothin' but dick for these chicks, I left my heart home My twenties was a flash, money schemes, gettin' ass Each week I'm thankin' the lord I ain't crash (thank you, lord) I was sixth gear, for a link and a crisp pair Knew I was lost but I couldn't see shit clear My rhymes was my remedy, end a street enemy Trying to assassinate hip hop plain view like Kennedy That's why y'all need this, formed our embassy Studio product, come from that street chemistry It's pudo, can't lose, ten a key It's pudo, can't lose, ten a key
Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go The City know no video, plenty low On any foe, let the semi showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
