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[Verse One]
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get

[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
[Verse One]   Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix   My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since   96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts   Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense   Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not   If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got   False alarms, tatoos all across my arms   Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms   Check that, taking this paper you can bet that   No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax   Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'   Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'   Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas   Street worth 9 figures   It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now   Raw style, four fours to your door now   Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'   Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in   Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden   Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen   Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff   Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get      [Verse Two]   Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men   10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in   Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat   Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back   Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'   Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian   Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'   Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'   World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist   But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish   Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86   That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch   Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites   Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics   ?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes   Who live? Made for the system up in your ride