[Sample: Harry Fraud's trademark shout-out]
I got the jar full of drugs
Fridge is filled with snapple
Tart fennel with the apple
The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes
I got the presence of the greats
Been fucking since the fifth grade
I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name
Flawless victory my dick game
Is Mortal Combat, you still a shorty shit stain
My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes
Perfection like an Asian's math
You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink
You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink
We make your father curtsy
Interior leather tan wood
These stripper bitches in my bed
I got the jar full of drugs
Fridge is filled with Snapple
Tart fennel with the apple
The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes
I got the presence of the greats
Kick boxer, double impact
You get your shit cracked
Above the law and hard to kill
Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville
Hammers are pointing my direction to the top
The loafers show off my ankle
Getting shifty in the drop
Through my nostrils to the atmosphere
You deal directly with the captain here
[Movie sample: Out For Justice (1991)]
"You still suckin' it. When your brother was around town suckin' dicks, just the same... you shouldn't talk so tough."
"My brother was here, you wouldn't talk so tough like that."
"Yeah, well he's not here. You know why he's not here?"
"Cause he's a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!"
I got the jar full of drugs
Fridge is filled with snapple
Tart fennel with the apple
The feet are purple cause I'm stepping on the grapes
I got the presence of the greats