(yo) I never brag how real I keep it cuz it's the best secret.. I rock a vest...prestigious Cuban link flooded Jesus in a Lex watching Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tech squeezing..executioner winter time I rock a fur Mega popular center of attraction Climaxing my bitches they be laughing They out from sniffing coke off of twenty cent Andrew Jacksons City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tachinni flipping Mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw 'em 45 by my scrotum Manifest the do or die slogan, my niggas roll in 10 M-3's 20 guards poppin' wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip hop's got me on some ol' spraying shots like a drumroll Blankin' out, never miscount the shells my gun hold I don't stunt, I regulate..Henney and Sprite I seperate, watching crab niggas marinate I'm all about techs and good jooks and sex Israelite books, holdin' government names from Nefs M.C.'s are crawling out every hole in the slum You be i-ight like blood money in a pimps cum.
(Chorus)
I made it like that, I want it like that, I'm living like that... I made it like that I want it like that I'm living like that ...for you wack M.C.'s
(Verse 2)
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah, I'm spending it to get higher Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm Up early, trustworthy is a 9 that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remy on imaginary graves,put my hat on my waves Latter day saints say religious praise I dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin' out, new to my shit, home on a furlong. Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin' niggas wigs sprayed up Sky's are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots drunk off Champange from Sicily This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma In a sentence, paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye Open the cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tune proof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof Shittin' like gin and prune juice. Yo the system wants the Queens noose hang 'em high Court rooms filled up, it's off the hook while I Just wrote a statement like I'm facing 20 years in the basement chilling on a via with Mumia For wearing chrome..I told the judge snakes slither Like Sharon Stone ... but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)
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(Verse 3)
Yo, the time is wasting, I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacing, court pen pacing Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation We living in..dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized Wise men build and destroy while the real McCoy Dope fiends, name of Troy is still dealing boy Coke suppliers actin' biased.. Cuz rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars But every night the gat's fired and every day a rat's hired I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's Just the killa in me slash drug dealer MC Ex-slug feeler, semi mug peeler to me Bottles of Moe, yo simply follow me flow Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow Rough hoes will crack out pussys and buttholes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those Why shoot the breeze about it when you can be about it? My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired Brick housing, instead of the fake medallions Rich niggas transport in thousands Foreign cash exchange amounting to millions Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, Watch the cameras in the ceilings Trick bitches catching mad feelings Peeling off in the Lex jeep, technics is four-wheeling I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch When we catch them sex niggas with the techs you blessed, word. So now it's on, never wasted a slug, Time is money when it comes to mine..take it in blood.
Yea, Capone and Noriega Offical Queensbridge murderers Mobb Deep keep it real though Muthafuckin' AZ yo.. Mega, mega, whatever.. Scarlett O' Hara Foxx Boogie East New York Gambo Brownsville Wizard Fort Rockaway Jersey Connecticut D.C. V.A. L.A. So on and so on... (fades out)
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