Buddha Monk And Popa Wu - Peep The Steez lyrics

(This is the collaboration) This is the way we walk in New York This is the way we walk in New York We moving darts, (hey yo) so don't move too close Cause the darts we throw might turn ya ghost It's Brooklawn warrior, battle cat, shogun Destroyer, major in, tearing a**es and limbs We don't give a f*ck, what click ya claim To us ya lame, same rap, changed around, doing ya thing But as long as ya don't claim that ya better than I My slugs won't have to penetrate, right there, through ya eye I move with caution cause caution won't let bleed Inject, lead to verses that elite any team It's Born Universal Divine Definite, n***a Hot a** raps that burn, through ya a** quick I'm the type, that'll, ram through you ba*tards Have ya b**h Waiting to Exhale like Angela Ba**ett I leave ya man in a casket Switch the guns like Nas in Belly then I ran with the ratchet Y'all about to face a bitter end Like when, Tony said "Say hello to my little friend" I got a will to win, and, I catch attention Like I'm marching through, with a million men How real is him? Take a double take, look again I been nice, y'all need to, push ya pen It's C-R-A-V-E, you couldn't play me, if you copped eight CD's Peep the steez, black Timbs, green fatigues Black bubble NorthFace when it's zero degrees Cop and squeeze, especially if ya watch on freeze Drop ta ya knees, before I put the Glock to ya spleen No matter the time, no matter the weather, my pockets get cheddar Seeing chicks get wet like I totes umbrella Refusing to lose, breaking up rules, smacking up fools Taking my time, an*lyze the choices I choose Changing the game, living my life, ice in the Christ F*cking with Main, you sleep and Bush is paying the price Rolling a dice, taking a risk, knowing my rights Starting of fights, ghetto girls on bed sheets and bikes Who am I? The one, the time, the rhyme, the nine My gun, my mind, I'm deep, we creep, retreat, we won Elite, we heat, the streets, defeat, the Sun (Roll out) Throw out the speak to shake ya Jeep (No doubt) Any weed you blow, we keep the 'dro My n***a, weak beats you flow, son spit it, come get it We pure, one sniff (ugh), don't forget it, we dope The sh**, equipped with stress, regrets and visions (Man listen) I walk and talk when money's involved A grifter, no problems, little sonny can solve F*ck ya waves, cause only thing spinning Be the rims, slim and the gun it revolve Yo I walk these streets like (I wish a n***a would) F*ck with my team (I wish a n***a could) Pop pop (What's that?) They shooting (Bust back And that's the end of they little gun rap)