Ish:   Don't give me your swing    I got mines and that's the thing    Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings   Geechie:   Don't give me your swing    I got mine and that's the thing    Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring      Verse One: Geechie Suede      Now for the grab the stash(?)   To the alley Varner(?) any splash   Tryin not to crash   Swervin got the la-la on the dash   Getting bent up in the armored truck   stuck him for his glam   shit is candy yams   Now we movin on the ancient mans(?)   They using psycho vision   For the Valentino Gorabani(?)   Fuck Armani Butter    We above these climbs   Hiest the harbours   Word to godfathers getting bleed   Chasing on (?) down to Venice   Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways   Thats how it was cus   Now they got us blammin at the fuzz   Its all gun and poses   on a bed of roses gettin shugged   wrap him in a rug   leave him on the roof till he stink   Hit the pool-hall   Fled the calico and watch him blink   Movin on Picaso   Painting my portraits and condos   Cuz when the Lo blows   Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)      Ish:   Don't give me your swing    I got mines and that's the thing    Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring   Geechie:   Don't give me your swing    I got mine and that's the thing    Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring      Verse Two: Ish   (check this)   I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers   Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying   I play my cards shark style, kings and aces   Welcome to New York the illest of all places   I never bleed even through this plaza of greed   You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world   Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)   I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl   The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science   We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style   The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile   My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish   Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish   Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame   your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow   you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer   My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter   Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter   Them clown kids you dealt never belt   I came around swift and got felt   That champagne brand name style got melt   My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels   thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)      Yo yo, Dont give me your swing   I got mines and thats the thing   Its not your swing   Its mines and thats the thing   So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings   All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings