VERSE 1... (Snake Hollywood)
I was on the block doin circles in the Benz
Pyrex pot, gla** thick as Urkel's lens
Textin my connect Im finna see u for that work
Trappin out the 'jects, we had the pheans goin berzerk
I ain't never met a problem that a Ruger couldn't solve
Shots wizzin through, penmanship sentence u to God
Money on my mind, money in the linens of my pockets
Flippin product n***as dying to make these profits (out here)
I know some n***as that'll hit u for a couple hunnid
& hoes swallow so much nut u gotta pump their stomachs
I seen guns jam & explode... in the hands of the man that was tryna unload it
I breeze through & floss wit fly b@!ches
I done seen pheans sniff more dope up than Todd Bridges
I done seen G'z lose their corners & cry rivers
Mobbin in the fast lane, puttin God first like my last name
But im still on the block pitchin them rocks
Phenobarbital withdrawal had a n***a stomach in knots--twitchin
In a truck sittin pretty wit a cluck dippin
Low enough to choke her up, zero f#cks given... sh**tin... livin... yea... listen..
VERSE 2... (Dave East)
Lately n***as just hate cause they ain't me
Wanna send me heat wit no AC
Think im sweet? Taste me, how much u really want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or ya deal on it?
Next year first cla** guess who Im goin wit
My own n***as, see I paid my own trips
Rock my own ice, smoke my own zips
Sell at my own price, get rich off my own sh**
Tropicana the whip, couple hammers legit, Hunnid dancers to split
Me and you on the road, bandannas cameras & piff
You hand to hand is a myth, panoramic my views... Balmain on the stitch
Wasn't dressed for the game so me I just played the bench
Flinch soon as I jump, that paranoia done got you
Mix em when we hustle then zip em up like a tent
I feel like Birdie in Above the Rim, Razor blade right up under my tongue like I just wanna win
Talk to God all the time I ain't wanna sin
Keep my circle tight, square n***as I dont want em in
Drop 6 was spotless, b@#ches was topless....
VERSE 3... (Snake Hollywood)
Flexin like Lee Haney wit the weed & xaneys
Brainey n***a wit a zaney flow, stayed in Lo
& Hilfiger, trappin & spillin liquor, the pa**ion of a real n***a
Who carried biscuits like all-day
Livonia, Mother Gaston to Broadway
B#!ches wit wack p**y we f#ck em & yawn OY VEY...
This is heavy intellectual street sh#t
Lagerfeld leathers on top of the Gucci Fleece Knit, (G-Sh#t)
Hot 97 rhyme ready, chop & bag the dope to clock Feddy, yall dont hear me...
They say great minds thinks alike
Im thinkin bread, mold green, the color of envy & Kryptonite
Yo I been livin like a savage since I touched the cabbage
Lavish hustles from Paris to Brussels, Louis V jackets buckled
Stacks in duffles, strap on the hip, envision this cla**ic shuffle (bloaw)
Yo, dont take my civilized nature for some soft sh**
I got them reinforcements wit them four fif's gripped
Air it out, clear it out, u on the menu fool
Bodies chopped up, dropped in a swimming pool
Brooklyn on my back, Queens on my chest
Staten Island & The Boogie down but to flex
Got Harlem k**as in them oversized fitteds
My long Island & Yonkers n***as'll be out here in 5 minutes
We gone take this sh#t back to the frontier
Essentially n***a, ya dealin wit a Mecca affair
Living like the k**as do
The chopper under the couch in the living room--BLOAW leave n***as in ruins
These n***as is goons, these n***as is ooohh....