[verse 1]
from cuttinand' solid purico to stack fritos
went from grams to kilos
mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
game got my eyes wider than a 430 buggy
no tellinand' what the fuck iand'll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
as i cook and cut coke with the bakinand' soda arm and hammer
palminand' hammers
think you crazy? nigga, my cliqueand's bananas
takinand' over with the mafia
hittinand' niggas for they bricks like gracias
the cockiest, itand's obvious, itand's me, he, who?
confront frontinand' niggas like andquot;you want it? well nigga, me tooandquot;
what the fuck, iand'm callinand' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makinand' guns after they made yours
iand'm sponsored by the nra, doa rules
grin and stand over your coffin like andquot;hey you!andquot;
tell the devil iand'm cominand', keep it hot
for now i got my eyes on a billboard spot
donand't stop.
[chorus 2x]
die for it
take the stand, lie for it
blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
never tellinand' or snitchinand'
rather swim with the fishand'n
mothafucka respect it, the commission
[verse 2]
(first 4 lines with jamaican accent)
i buy and sell bricks with my nigga p.d.
down with the team called b.b.e.
now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
buy ya canand't talk to feds or dick r.i.d.
itand's a cold world baby boy, fuck it, iand'm colder
animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
frank lucas persona, warminand' coke up in the sauna
let me warn ya, trip against my team youand's a goner
infact itand's drastic
a couple million in the mattress
with a safe dick i say fuck taxes
rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
my destinyand's vague, will i survive or blow trial?
lay shot up, puff cryinand' in denial
while my enemies smile, buried in style
gucci suits and cufflings
sneakinand' drugs through heavens customs.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
pop pop pop! warning shot, whoand's to blame
shyne mothafucka, donand't forget the name
stretch the caine, to cop the house and the plane
and'till my massacre, slain
brains hang from the window of my range
fuck the feds, 2 green and one red
firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
aces suffice
paperand's a must
fallen angels and angel dust
my team do dirt to avoid layinand' in the dust
million dollar portraits in my fortress
of course itand's po
bloodstaininand', aeroplaninand', four-hundred horses slow
platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
iand'm takinand' over
and'cause they coke got too much bakinand' soda
they say money ainand't everything
you fuckinand' right nigga, itand's the only thing
in god we trust, the holy thing
i look into my enemyand's eye
let and'em know you play fly you go out kennedy style.
Chorus 2x
