Verse 1: (Noreaga)
We thugged out, outta state on some city shit
keepin` it real while ya`ll niggas on some pretty shit
what the dealy wit` you know I only smoke a Philly wit` famalama
I got a bitch in Atlanta
and everytime I fuck her yo it`s on camera
and I`m the freak type
get head then lay meat right
ya`ll niggas burn bridges, I could`ve had ya`ll tight
yo, I spit this
tellin` ya`ll to live with this
I could`ve had you in the bank
now you lost your rank
you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think
yo, you know me
I hate to have to do it Homey
we used to be cool, now it`s like you don`t know me
all that jealousy shit
new enemy shit
had me thinkin` on some foul shit, takin` a risk.
Verse 2: (E-Money Bags)
Money Bags, the mafioso type
gun holster, stripes be goin` down niggas backs
lungs collapse when I be strapped
Escobar`s my witness
espionage, addictions
got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the
prisons
inflictin` predictions
supervision, foreshadowed wisdom
`cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden
children of the corners
get it on like in the early Morn
the rooster horn
I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy`s
Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley
silk robe Paisley, talkin` `bout she want a Baby
thug or Don
I bug upon slug-a-thon`s
we shrug our arms and struggle on
trials and tribulations
maintain through situations.
Verse 3: (Maze)
This is just a page of the individual Maze
the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade
I reign officially, livin` the risky life
tipsy all night
jewels swingin`, exhale from my windpipe
the game of life`s like spades
first, niggas move forward just to reverse
still I`m in it, penin` it, it hurts worse
my niggas locked like there`s a curse on the block
but live and direct
pocketin` loot for future prospects.
Verse 4 (Mussolini)
It`s been like this for decades now, foul
since a child, all into crack valves
and cats that spent Thou`s
the richer ones hardly play the streets now
catch `em in the latest BM with the top down
I fiend for scratch
half of my team did that
got my first pack, started hustlin` crack
it didn`t seem like there`s was nothin` left to do
so I blew, copped out on one-five-two
yo, niggas is slidin` through
keep the God jewel
`cause the feelin` only comes in the need of healin`
thats when the heat`s not concealin`
then it be a whole `lot of cap peelin`
a whole `lot of runnin` children
a whole `lot of squealin`
but it still can`t stop the cash from buildin`
and a bitch thats willin` to give head
leave they legs spread
no matter if diesel in the bed.
Verse 5: ( Diesel )
If there wasn`t all these cats puttin` shit on my name
I`d probably be somewhere outta town puttin` shit in the game
for fame many cats be forgettin` where they came
real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame
if you didn`t know the game you should`ve left it alone
instead of playa hatin` me `cause I`m ridin` on chrome
my stones make your bitch wanna leave home
even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown
be for real
do you really think we don`t keep steel?
for them frontin` ass niggas tryin` to get they caps peeled.
