INTRO Yo, the ends love me, man. This is the code. I run the block, this ain't no fruitcake story, you know the mold. I shoulda been out, the skeng is deadly when I pull the pin out. Keep movin' fake, I'ma try your chin out. I left a lotta mandem on the floor spittin' phlegm out. It's either that or I'ma squeeze the mash and pop ten out.
VERSE 1 You see the ice spinnin', fresh out in white linen, And if a gyal don't like me, she must like women. Every time I come around, you see your main ting grinnin', Don't be mad 'cause yo' whole movement's in the final inning. It's finished now, bro, better leave the game. I'm from the danger zone where the opps get slain. We're certi' thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame, We're bros be takin' risks just to ease the pain. Hustlers flip the flake, 48 hours like Nick Nolte, When I was OT, your gyal rode me. First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented, Now that gyal be ringing me every five minutes. Opps I squash and disgrace, it's all about the guap, So why your stack got the low-grade face? A lotta cats be frontin', puttin' out singles with a fifty on top, L tryin' to have the city on lock. Peace to Biggie and Pac, 'cause they really were hot, Rap game heavy hitters, shame they no longer wit' us.
VERSE 2 Bros want to be L, gyal dem want to see L, If I get locked down, you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" Word up, mandem are hungry, ready to bite a hand off. All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, the whole block 'bout to get it, all eyes on us. Only ghetto bros shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first opp who acts up, we gon' size 'em up. Ayo, I hear a lot of chat in your talk, See a lot of switch in your walk, Only certi' thugs get rich in the block. Time is runnin' out, bros like, "L, when you comin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen flow. Your gyal's missin', I'm the G she was last seen wit', Me and bro hit it up on some tag team plot. A buncha opps got put to sleep for the mula, Used to ride the whip with gyal dem and stuff the bag in their coat. Crazy beef's got prosecution in the past, Lotta heads got split, lotta innocent kids got hit.
VERSE 3 The ends be the place of my borough, believe me, son, We breed the smoothest mandem on the face of the earth. Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote, As long as I can shut down the crowd, I'ma never be broke. Some gyal dem treated me like a low-grade before I was heard, Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you little pussy. I push whips while you walk the pavement all day. And I hate when fake bros wanna talk all day. Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit. You don't know me, just say wagwan, gimme the nod, that's it. When I was at the top spot, pullin' guap out, You was at some cheap takeout joint, just gettin' served out. How you break out? You took the fake route, you oughta dash. You couldn't get a gyal before you dropped your trash.
OUTRO Fuckin' punks. Bros like Jagga Bootz Flamboyant
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