featuring Smoke from Complexion
(Noreaga)
Word up dun
Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm sayin'
No executes... no executes
Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More [chickens] to doubt more money to count
Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount
It's still piling and still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things I do when I was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime [chickens] as freaks
Body so bangin' I call they [tits] Santy
Ask [chicks] scream loud like Sam beats
I wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If I would of got locked
Yo I wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing
No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little [niggas] comin' up
Hear they're gun talk ready to buck
Not thinkin'
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty Ake yo Stan to Marley yo it's poppie offically
Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune
(Smoke from Complexion)
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely
You said you'd never waited 2-5 shine,
But you wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and beat this time,
But shorty you should hold him closely
(Noreaga)
Yo I still remember when we first did it -acapo
