Smoke DZA - Butta Rice lyrics

[Produced by Harry Fraud] Kush god K.O.N.Y Riiiight I ain't the one to f** with Criminal minded ain't no Boogie Down production n***a Just destruction, no discussion In New York the only other big n***a running sh** is my brother from Flushing Say somethin', I'm headhuntin' n***as act weird I get you n***as out of here Soprano sh**, call a hit Sip a beer, by time I roll something you be in the trunk like a spare 911 n***as in the drama frequent Think you Willie Dynamite let your momma feel it n***a prob(??) like the Lama speaks Subliminals don't bother me, f** y'all n***as honestly Movie sh**, go and get your Goobers You respect the victim I respect the shooter Separate the winners from the losers sh** ain't been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba I'm the realest n***a here you all welcome I'm the realest n***a here you all welcome I'm the realest n***a here you all welcome I'm the realest n***a here you all welcome I'm on the grind all day all night n***a Now throw the bu*ter in the pot, let the rice simmer I'm on the grind all day, all night n***a Now throw the bu*ter in the pot, let the rice simmer No riff raff, my n***as bring the rice out (Al dog) got the party drug for your nights Near low, creeping with the hammer don't bring your ice out First n***a make a slight move move, it's lights out Going in for the k** like my n***as from the CHI Gotta get it now, sink or swim, do or die So coup d'etat, f** around (for for??) the b**by try Take out your leader see how your crew react Picture me rollin, high res(?) I'm on you n***a's heads like Hugo Chavez Smokey got the buddha, that Buddha I said Scoota, Phil Rizzuto and low threats You're now tuned into the Harlem slick talker Soul and a hustle of an old New Yorker Every big move, I got sayin' it You bet your bed n***a, lay in it