What?
Ha ha.
How's something, bitch?
How's something?
Nigga don't say a dope after nighttime.
Lil' Tops Blaze on the hoop, bitch,
movin' dope through the pipeline.
PMC, bitch, holla at yo' bitch,
now yo' bitch on my team.
Gotta buy enough sticky green,
make somethin' with the milk and cream.
Candy Sweet, a candy bitch,
you lookin' at a candy boy.
I just came to I-Maine and popped some
kids a switch on my candy toy.
We all young ghetto boys,
that's why we act this way.
Wanna see a million dollars,
hopin' these niggas don't blast today.
Don't smoke,
don't choke,
anti-broke,
conservative liberal.
Left wing slang and right wing hangin' in criminal court is civil.
In the middle of reality,
I solve mysteries riddle.
Knockin' over fat cats and gettin' my thoughts,
them bits and kibbles.
On notepads I scribble,
write ripples,
gotta make em think.
Snap so hard it'll break in synchronicity.
* it,
take a drink,
I fake it,
blink and poof.
We disappearin' through a shrouded dojo,
clockin' posers.
All nighters like fogeys,
but bitch,
I tried to toast it.
Rollin' some deals,
grippin' my heels.
My top a kill, bitch, I'm workin' wood deals.
Bitch, I can feel it,
I'm throwin' deals.
I know I'm free, bitch, I'm workin' wood deals.
Nigga, how you feel?
I feel so real.
My top a kill,
bitch, I'm workin' wood deals.
How's throwin' deals?
Never wanna feel.
Grippin' my heels,
bitch,
I'm workin' wood deals.
They tellin' me button on gold now,
but man,
I just bout to bring it.
These niggas,
they want our hate on their chicks,
but scared to sing it.
They don't know what that's all about.
They don't know what that ball about.
They don't know what that candy claw about.
Or smokin' that jaw about.
All they know is what the * I tell em,
or what the * we sell em.
Smoke it,
switch it,
whip grain,
and leave the stain on several bellums.
Repel em, propel em, jail em from P.A.
to D. Bellum.
Tell em I told em,
roll em,
* em,
follow em to hell,
I hear them.
I just can't think of G's on a brand new plug of weed.
Black on black, top top lad.
Knock off your feel on bag.
Sometimes I feel like Lil T when my crump steady hummin'.
Had to leave my bitch cause I fell in love with my crump lady woman.
I love my wood bill grand.
84 catalyst that slant.
Blow down school, take that knock.
Blowing up green pot of sky.
Bitch, I don't eat, here I'm hot.
Try to tune it out, I'm angry.
Bitch,
hang with me,
young niggas,
that's Patrick.
Children got big ass diamonds off them,
they teeth.
Feel weird and real, feel, feel, feel.
My problem feel, bitch, I'm working wood deals.
Top on they heels, top on their heels.
Feel the weed, feel the weed.
I love my grill, bitch, I'm working wood deals.
Coming down so real,
nigga, how you feel?
My problem feel, bitch, I'm working wood deals.
Ripping deals, nigga, how you feel?
Nigga, how you feel?
Nigga, I'm working wood deals.
Smoking on bionic,
bubonic,
chronic,
it's so ironic.
Tipping gin and tonic,
supersonic,
like Johnny Mnemonic.
We crash your party,
piss on your parade,
sip syrup like it's lemonade.
From Paris to the Palisades, to the promenade.
Bomb and fade,
closest to the car break world,
this pain is dave.
That's the game we came to play,
it don't change,
ain't a thing to say.
It's going down in the A-side,
young flip from the side by the blazing pride.
I'm trying to find me a vibe with some good vibes.
I know you picky bitches know what I'm talking about.
Ain't got no time to play good.
Let me get a little soda from this cup.
Bitch, didn't you know who the * I was?
I'm just here looking for the good stuff.
Bitch, I don't give a * about your man, so.
Bitch, try to * fast, I'ma * slow.
How the * you gonna out * James, ho?
Like Teddy Pettigrew, you better let it go.
Getting ready for Head Doctors,
show shockers,
body rockers,
late night dough knockers.
Gotta break us off with pimping,
baby,
we ho-clockers.
Bitch, pause this, taking no losses.
Let's go ask Lil' Wee Wee. Then I D. Joe
and crack a dangerous rap about Big Pee Wee.
Baby brother, sweet James, yo.
The real up pimping at his finest.
Leaving haters and ho hustlers behind us,
rewind us.
Hood like Midas,
these bitch ass niggas,
they put in vitals.
Hood not beside us,
I'm not showing,
bitch niggas,
try to fight us.
Ho niggas screaming,
talk,
trill niggas,
bustin' leads.
How the * you gonna go to war when
you bitch ass niggas ain't got no cheat?
Blowin' big deals,
million dollar deals.
Nigga,
I'm so real,
bitch,
I'm working for the wheels.
Huh,
huh,
see,
when the dime was mine for the baby,
Lil' J.
Fuckin' these niggas up,
most of the business * done.