Super charger, the same color as PJ
I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate
In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga
You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat
:) Lil'Babs De Niro, Snowman Pacino :D
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo
I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams
I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways