uh-huh
yeah
yeah
check it out
niggaz know
niggaz know where we comin from
and it's gon' go down like this. yo
i gots no name
i cause pain
people'll cry
my size vary at the murder scenes
homocide bag me
try to trace me back to my leader
i put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs
niggaz use red dots
make me follow they path
i hit cops
they be raw
tip is ten thou' cash
i'm metamorphic
i'm forced to switch
dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate
you can buy me legit
i get heated when i seperate my shell
with the pin in my back
i bang like i got some nerve
they jam right? but i still get respect and heard
i hit niggaz legs for fame
my lead through
shit in the game
i leave a red stain whenever i'm sprayin
i'm known as the b-u-double-l-e-t
and s-l-u-g
enough'll make you d-i-e
queens finest
yo stolen car -- top down
on point -- real route
set it off -- thug it out
pull a heist -- peel out
fingerprints -- ain't none
black mask -- no face
cash flow -- no sweat
jakes come -- no trace
aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz
it's so simple dunn i'm down and don't fuck around
comb the hood
in two black excursions
lookin for this nigga so we can merc him
parked in front of his building for like two hours
been around the corner for a few hours
came back
there he go
let's go
that nigga ours
hopped out the truck
went right at the coward
the gun showers
rain on these niggaz they frontin
he didn't even saw it comin. hopped back up in the trucks
light the tree back up
i need that dunn
havin to deal
with these fake niggaz
and fake bitches
give me that dutch
it's never enough
niggaz o.d. off of us
it's never enough
bitches o.d. off of us
whaaaat? can i rap
can i rap?
we keep it under
no rotunda
with the fully thunder
mad traffic
and i still buddy whack it
put your name on the affadavit
just to save it
the project ghetto favorite
laundry mat trap
the yacub and the rat
bill clinton of the ghetto
respect my name
tecs and 'caine
the rains nearly stretched the lane
ridiculous
how my shit spit
fake fishes
non-religious
christians won't pay visits
fast for a month
and mix a lot in the trunk
ice fuckin full of skunk
double barrel of pump
kick rhymes like priests
i'm a golden boy
i got a brand new whip
and it's stolen boy
fiends love me
they see i'm still holdin void
watch me flow
a nigga like me all about dough
bonin your hoe
and have her hard to find like 'dro
you know we range rov'
come through
tinted lay low
but most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow
don't
wanna come through queens
if shorty act stank
be like
mami won't you meet me halfway?"