| Yo, I play hard for nine innings, dressed in fine linen |
| 'Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women |
| All the positions I've been in, couldn't explain how I'm livin' |
| My vision, my intuition has risen |
| Here, take a listen, I'm hittin' |
| Up to bat with precision, see, I'm back in the kitchen |
| Slingin' crack to these pigeons, for the fact that I'm driven |
| My linebackers is blitzin', send you packin', good riddance |
| Trapped in this prison where snakes and rats is forbidden |
| Keep my gun hidden, niggas is bitches signing petitions |
| And they providin' convictions |
| See, I survive through the system under the livest conditions |
| My riders ride on a mission |
| For snitchin', you get your back blown right out of commission |
| You'll be missin' like them crazy Christians |
| And swimmin' with all the fishes |
| Your misses will come and witness your body with hugs and kisses |
| Now, tell me, is that nutritious? |
| We party with chips and liquors |
| Your wizzes is coming with us |
| For real, kid, they bought me presents |
| The difference is this is business, big biscuits, big figures |
| We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious |
| Move, 'cause the Coupe is vicious |
| Shoot if you want your wishes to blow |
| See Trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches |
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| My life's no longer in the hands of district attorneys |
| Or envious niggas who thirsty 'cause I'm OT with bricks for 30 |
| Movin' like Magic, but niggas ain't worthy |
| Like Michael Cooper, when I shoot I aim sturdy |
| Mother made or motherfuck 'em |
| Rhymes so dope, I hope I make it through customs |
| We can take it to the streets, like a game at the Rucker |
| They claim they love us, but all that changes |
| When you on and they fucked up, dog |
| Ain't no flaws in a hustler |
| I'm no longer in state greens and chuckers |
| Waiting for the beach port and the breaks |
| Streets oughta relate |
| I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain't tinted |
| You wanna see me falling from grace, no way, nigga |
| I'm stretching my weight, like cocaine dealers |
| What they gonna say now? The flow way iller |
| If dough change niggas I'm no longer the same |
| But what I became does not conflict with from where I came |
| I was dealing with 'caine like cold chilla |
| Back when lyricist reined and dope was killin' 'em |
| Any MC who think they ill as me |
| Or real as me should chill, I mean, that's your opinion |
| But my raps is relentless like a MAC with an infra |
| And I'm back with a vengeance |
| Like Sprewell smashin' the Knicks |
| After they shipped him despite the fans resistance |
| Big and Pac is up top, so the nicest man livin' is right here |
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