Shake them niggaz   Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout   Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields   She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens   Guess jeans, she charged thirty-five beans      Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone   A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition   What up, Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me   What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only      Grady with the gray beard, transport for him   Rockin' Nike at? Rastafarian burg, pipin' that   Switchin' Benz's, ten carat nigga with gold lenses   Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump, he's sittin' on junk      You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies   You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies   Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks   Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks      Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child   But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now   Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate   Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer      He's a slave cop, behave pop   Blue suits who bay stop us   Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot      I remember stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh   when we was starvin', duckin' five-oh, payin' 'em dues   Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in   We warrin' and cage dodgin', rippin' and robbin'      Got the NARC sabotagin', slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'   Now you snitchin' on the squadron   That's somethin' niggaz can't pardon   City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment      So I see no need to mention   The potency of a sting from a killa bee   Kickin' the battery out the back of them   Wisecracks distorted for your get high you hijack      These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine   This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime   Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem   Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from      Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now, you rap villains   We feel the same way you feelin', let it be known   What the blood clot you niggaz dealin', you crash dummies   Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the money      Aiyyo Strongarm, that kid right there with wavy hair   Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square   Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight   Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait      Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey   Blazin' that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis   He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses   Had him on the porch, ass no trousers      This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff   Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner   Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style   Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel      Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin' his whip   Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater   His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin'   God you see how he was laid out in the grass with dirt in his mouth      Slim woke him up told him he wild out   Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out   Big bolo, stackin' his shit financed a Volvo   He copped his shit from a small, coffee shop in SoHo      He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East   Posin' like he rappin' out