[Intro]
Y'all good?..Alright, look...
[Verse]
If you ain't ready to die then don't try that
Blind-folded I shoot the wing off a fly bat
I pa** the weed to your b**h like "try that!"
Put this bomb in your chest like Cyrax
You running round with a highball penny-pinching
I'm out the spits cooking hardball, semi-gripping
They feel a difference in talent as soon as we get to spitting
They throwing rusty beach cruisers at a Hemi engine
(Right?) And I'm clicking on all cylinders
I built it from the house of Reggie Miller and the Deligne
Nowadays I tec-9-mac-milly ya
Red dot, leg shot, cracked fibula
I break bones, get chased home, ate chrome
When it graze domes, skin-heads like Grace Jones
Bet I get it cheaper than reefer or yay homes
I been in the streets since beepers and pay-phones
But now these rappers wearing blouses with the funny pants
I should knock you the f** out and do the Shmoney dance
I need a crib full of b**hes like the Bunny Ranch
Fake tits that take dick till they stomach cramp
Oh you 'bout that life? That's what they all say...
You in the building then I'm hanging out the hallway
That home-invasion sh**, banging out in broad day
I set a city on fire like Pompeii!
I'm off an eight of that gas, a shot of Bombay
Cussing out the camera-man like Kanye
I got it from the dope game we ain't parlay
My man threw me a P we took the long way
And names don't weigh enough to call 'em out
But false rappers - where I'm from - I'm all that counts
Just know the streets talking : you should watch your mouth
You who they talkin' to... This what they takin' 'bout