{And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get   Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America   Who wants to kill him?   No information, say yes or no   One point five million   Alright, you get what you want, money's no object   They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable   And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip}      {Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here come the cop man   Yo starks come here, come here sun   Come here for a minute   Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up   Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda   Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo this made of glass nig   Get your big Adidas off my moms table man   Get the fuck off it man   Yo just chill man, pass the crystal man   Niggaz is greedy man, damn   Big ass shits   Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man   Chill man}      {Bobby Steels   Somebody go to the store man   Sup kid?   Get that baking soda   Yo, let's cut the pie five ways   We came off with two mil kid   Fast   (Rollie fingers, no doubt coming through)   La costra nostra   (Johnny Blaze!)   (Lou Diamonds!)   Represent kid   (Tony Starks)   Universal frontier   (Original blood claat bad boys)}      Who come to get you? None, they want guns   I be the first to set off shit, last to run   Who roll together as one   I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one      Check it   Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties   Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty   Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably   Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real   Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer   Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah   Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it   Information leakin' out your faucets, hmm   Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground   There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down      It's the two holster, shit shot smoker   Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster   Wild in the west, a student of my culture   And life is the test, hold up   Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues   And the last one is death, back to the essence   With that shit you stressin', this Rap profession   Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin   Isle plus my style, criminology pays   The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze      This goes for niggaz who know   Who will grow like llello, ley no   Plus coolin' in Barbados   Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the Dutch shit   Stay cool Papa, seize it with enough shit   Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up   Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they have to      Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas   Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long   Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas   Them niggaz up in height figures bitin' niggaz   Silks wally-wear finger rolled chain yeah   Jakes beware black rap millionaires   Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year   One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah      Who roll together as one   I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one      Solid gold crown is shinin', solid gold, check it sun yo   Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds   I be pioneerin' the style in the cloud with silver linings   Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected   The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus   Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones   And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone   How dare you approach it with dim pones?      The overfiend like Noah bean green souls with a soldier mean   The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it   The ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit   Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general   Lickin' shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial   Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin   Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin'   It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin'   Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle      God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track   It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack   So I decided to bite down on the mic   So the pain of the track won't deny the fact   That I'm the master, for what lurks, is an expert   That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under   'Cuz I strike, like thunder   Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable   My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial   Systems are fractured by the killa tactics      Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged   Enter the entity, my vicinity   Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity   Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my   Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so   Feel the force of impact from the iron side of   The gat as I attack the track   From the blind side of the pack, starks pass the chrome   Watch a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome   Piece, deceased, laid to rest      Who come to get you? None, they want guns   I be the first to set off shit, last to run   Who roll together as one   I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one      Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room   Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom   Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath   Sold only new vocal cords I heard genius on gef   So step back, to the lab at, high velocity   My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy   Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo   Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels      The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams   Early 80's British rock, Playboys, mocks, and shams   The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies   Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's   Remember them kids that came off with 8 million   Robbed the brinks and I labeled in Royal Pavilions   Them flower heads must have been stupid   Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid?   That's jet money, undaground money   Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies      Costa cosa, come on