Yo aarab? you got heat in there?
You got in there and I got heat in here . . .
what's that shit called? an mp what?
This shit right here called crack . . .
What car I didn't drive? I had every sneaker so . . .
I'm that nigga, my nigga
somethin' you need to know
Don't talk, everything I don't need to know
Tavern on the green, papaya where I treat a hoe
I'm a criminal, heroin no chemicals
Niggas know my name, I don't deal with subliminals
My niggas knocked, they'll spit in ya face
law library, looking for a glitch in the case
sit in ya place, before you get a stitch in your face
a number to his ass, get him erased
looking like a bowl of sugar, so sweet
thinking bout what you look like, no teeth
so get right, noon to midnight
wrist bright, kill em with the blade on my swiss knife
y'all niggas is sick wit it
we make y'all faces blue
no homo but every bar, niggas head nod
tap the sky like, like no lie
expensive fly like a shop in a jet mall *Vado*
when I touch mics, the kid bout it
was up nights, with fluff white
GTR, pick up nights the feel about it
if that's your wife, I fucked twice
small thing to a giant, known for breaking down small things to a client
4 pound, a small things in the iron
fucked what could have been a small thing but you lyin'
It's no comparison, confident
battle me? Let me save you from the embarrassment
You play for me, take a seat at my establishment