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(Verse 1)I'm tucked on the border lineWhere I'm picturing stonesI hit the switch, and watch them bitches be goneGet it right figga, I'm in my rear viewCause the streets can hear youBright moon to steer you, it's gotta be wildGet in position cause the streets you'll findMatter of fact I'm on a detail grindWithout no female lies, me and my team moveIce like snow storms, the price getsTighter than vise grips, cause game is pricelessJammed up with ice picks no way you can write thisSeven on the dices, the way that I like shitCatch me in the background holding the mac nowYou never back down bitch you better back down(Hook)Look in my eyes nigga tell me what you seeThis right here, it's for the books like Frasier and AliStrap in ya belt cause we takin' the rideThrough this concrete jungle, where you scratch to surviveYa gotta, play by the rules cause the wolves is lurkinNight time the streets is quiet, but them wolves is workinYou can slip if you want, that's when ya know it's realBack against the wall, that's when ya blow the steelSongtexte(Verse 2)Hey yo I spit that crack, hit you with a freebieAfter that, bet you keep coming back to see meSee me, now picture thatWhen I'm better than any other chick that rapYa'll acting like I ain't never picked up the batOr picked up a mac, and make a bitch shit in her slacksSo try chill and relax, till I little spazI done filpped chicks for just trying to give me a dapBut since boy I take ya jewels, I ain't givin 'em backAnd they can investigate me I ain't givin 'em jackIt's neither big I bang (?) for the streets strictlyThat's why everywhere I go I got beef in the east with meGive me ya leaf and the piece is sticky, don't try nothing trickyI punch you in ya neck go tell ya moms to hit meCustom made khaki's, no Im not stickyWho told ya'll chicks you was fucking with me(Hook)(Verse 3)Too many hutlers, and not enough customersShit on the hood, nobody gonna have no love for yaLosing ya street cred on the real you can eat leadAnd you don't want no problems, praying that the beef deadYo they brought me back to strangle the moodThe little and Slick Rick neck dangling goldI ain't home but few times a day I be changing my clothesI want this next generation to knowWhen rap suck, you brought it back to the essenceSo sit back and really think before you ask any questionsGot this game in the cobra clutch cowards ya'll know what's upAnd ya shook what's on this earth I seen so much stuffI used to roll with Russ, the doors opened upDoing big big things like making clothes and stuffStreet master mind, ya'll talking asinineAnd I ain't have no choice my nigga I had to grindI'm known for making moves, labels be baking foolsEverything is fixed, it's like people get paid to loseA few occasions my neighbourhood do it major newsYa boy got more flavor than Jamican food(Hook)(Verse 4)Let's slow the process eliminationMy niggas out for that mighty Dollar, What you chasing?I done been where you trying to go and back againI done seen niggas bang they own niggasAnd believe me not an accident, so you think I give a fuckWhat you say, how you feelMy niggas never tell shit, but a coward willI used to yap about the MaybachA real nigga in this industry is like a needle in the hay stackFresh deodors, what we got before usSuckers think they flow sick mind is rigor mortisI don't know who the fuck ya playing withPrice on ya head could be that bitch ya laying withThat'll take you to ya maker, while I'm in JamicaTwistin up that Celtic green niggas post like Vin Baker Aus Songtexte Mania