Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the Mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on You gon' die in the hospital I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters Do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm The guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the Size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors And Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm Fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her A popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans Ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants Comin nigga
Paul Cain: Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either Yellow or metal Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try To stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/ For the cross or my thick cuban In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou On an ounce All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind Game in order to pitch Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and Put it back wit the read up That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/ Come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens: It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was Jump off i was Oxes supplier Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out And play Fear Factor Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit, It's nothin Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan I'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you Up Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like Bruce Lee's boys Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show You how to do this son Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they Don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/ But they pigment's off like the Dallas front line Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight From a palm pilot
