find us Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up Took advice from a street legend Identities have been changed
ain?t consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime greet me wit a middle finger when you
t above cheating deleting enemies like a mistake on a computer screen its a horror flick and I'm the director we gonna shoot a scene shotting me a forty
I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton Of A Fake
a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started robbin' niggaz till he caught a whole kilo He had a
purpose? A motherfucker sittin' on fat He came up in the hood but he can?t come back Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame On a mission to maintain
kinda broke That helps you to keep composure up around your folk That keeps from trying to wrap a rope around your throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up Life isn't a
you ain?t consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime a killer before the crime, a BIG before the Dime greet me wit a middle finger when
that I'm fightin' Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out See
won't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (
never gave me shit If anything a nigga frame me and make me get 3 to 6 my first bid, no doubt up in Spofford Had to be 12 son had to make a profit Remembering
all planned out and the man dem was a part of it Music game's fucked up, it's nutin' like we thought of it Messed up, it's all a bit, mad, I'm trying
Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make
* Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph, Sunglasses
chalk's a game of hopscotch what [Kool G. Rap] I spit my shit like a flame thrower The frame blower King with the brain exploder Inside the Range Rover