Fake thug, no love You get the slug CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A Verbal AK spray Dipped attache Jump out the Range empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns Regulate with my Dunns Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring Yo, let me let y'all niggas know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of living Vegas-style roll dice in linen Antera spinning on Millenniums Twenty G bets I'm winning 'em Threats I'm sending em Lex with TV sets the minimum Ill sex adrenaline Party with villains A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chicken heads flock - I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs Way out of formation it's horizontal how I have em Fuckin' me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun, it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight With the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs bug cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligan, stay on that piranha-shit
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I peeped you frontin' I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat Tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street you was wilding Talkin' bout how you ran the Island in '89 Laying up, playin' the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9, that nigga grave be mine Clanked him What was he thinkin' on my corner when it's pay me time? Dug 'em, you owe me cousin something told me plug him So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb Spun around and shot one Heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came asking me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep, watching all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin' L's sipping Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw But a, a thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, word up
Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back
Thug niggas Yo, to them thug niggas getting it on in the world you know To them niggas that's locked down Doing they thing surviving yaknowmsaying To my thorough niggas New York and World wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia '96 shit, The Firm clique Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time coming Y'all fake niggas, trying to copy Better come with the real though Fake ass niggas yo They throw us slugs we throwing em back, what Bring the shit man, live man Fuck that son Nine-six shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
