Ayo, let's get papers and pop more with hoes up in skyscrapers And condominiums overlooking our drug capers New York City, no only way to play is gritty I want cheddar so we can front up in the A-Fity My whole committee like the Puff Al's a little jiggy Who want testis, my semi leave you chestless And ain't this *** that you can say to me when you be breathless Young but I done did, it's *** that you won't do Stick your head with that bitch, don't you blab about going through I got a pump on your block and in your spot Who sit next to you, protectin' you, but they'll murder you, playa Down status, we gettin' chips and sis And basses, ifs, ish, frettin' in clips and sis You wanna miss the lock, be takin' nots from the out-of-state spots Any n***a make it hot, get found in a vacant lot You don't really wanna come try the one guy Who stays dumb high from Blunt Lock The Racket-Sang-Sang alumni, who got more beef than the Islamic bomb So I pack enough sonic arms and neutralize atomic bomb It's not a n***a and your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays, n***a names on it Often I bug them, but soften the thug Have a chump coughin' blood, feel his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any n***a wave a techie mason, have an explanation You bring your crew in them, I'm doin' them Then I'm beatin' them down with aluminum Then I'm puttin' two in them You can't touch me, I've been devil-sent Wanted for investment, a lot of other things, but that's irrelevant If you love the money, then prepare to die for it It's unstarted somethin' You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for it It's unstarted somethin' If you love the money, then prepare to die for it It's unstarted somethin' You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for it It's unstarted somethin' Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turn down Cho-Cha, bein' the coaster of Eureka Sippin' margaritas with her mommy Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' love to my army Whenever the locks find rippy blocks, we kill em' Yeah, I hear n****s, but I still don't feel em' And this is for the listeners and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us My 16's be so real, you can feel em' in your vein Like Romello's pops from Sugar Hill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips spittin' clips at your face We started from the bottom, you'll see We beggin' and partin' Whatever, we can do it at the garden Word like s**t is real big I make it again, they blow trial even if they not guilty I'm on the palace for my thugs With oriental rugs Greenbacks from drugs, get whacked for the love 20 n****s at me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy Official Locke family, rent s**t's handin' me I want the finer things, and I hope you understand me Sittin' at the table, plannin', plug the Let the sweat dry off, and then *** the cannon Think the smartest, and retaliate the hardest Regardless, if you a thug or a rap artist Respect me like Pesci, and if rap was hockey I'd be Gretzky, Puffin' Nestle And y'all see me done started somethin' Actin' invincible like you got somethin' If you God, then I'ma mix a lot till you rot And if you a player, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark If you love the money, then prepare to die for it To get done started somethin' You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for it To get done started somethin' Don't come at me with no bulls**t, use caution Cause when I wet a s**t, I dedge it, like abortion It's for bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering Got f**kin' fearin', what you heard is what you hearin' How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your heart is against the flip, when I start a bunch of s**t I like f**kin' s**t, but not up in my face, so give me three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, f**kin' c**t Bloodhounds found your s**t, it's buried in the mud Followin' traces of gunpowder residue and blood A positive ID is impossible, so you know John Doe is what they gon' be puttin' on that tag on your tuck Now who gon' tell your mother her baby's under a cover in the morgue Sniffin' the logs, sniffed out by the dogs Another hard-headed s**t, I wouldn't listen, so you got what you came for Surgery with a chainsaw I hit the s**t off the streets, cause like I said before Ain't nothin' goin' down until I eat my s**t Think it's all about impressin' s**t and stressin' s**t While I'm testin' s**t again, undressin' s**t and caressin' s**t And dealin' with mother s**t on all levels What I'm dealin' with is all devils Mistakes, runnin' with s**t, you call rebels I got an army at 730, dirty s**t Comfortin' worry s**t, 30 s**t I like to bury s**t, it's scary s**t Get it all the time, it's what they got, it's all of mine Your man was talkin' s**t until I pulled the 9 And if I don't know you, I don't f**k with you And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you And gave it to money, cause I just lost my mind When he crossed the line, sent his back through his chest Then I tossed the 9, boss of crime, black Gotti I stack bodies with the black shotties Biggin' ass s**t, cause that act's naughty Get it! 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