NY Bangers LLC - Great Minds lyrics

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....