daughter click a On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor Oh my god I hear some
five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby Verse One: Nas Through the lights cameras
up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he
kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Ninety-three was
got what it takes I got that keep on, keep on, keep on Got that keep on, keep on, keep on X2 Yo, hopscotch, ice cream, hoop dreams at the park Palm trees, light green, oh
be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis Back in NY, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines Life is like Tarzan, swingin' from a thin vine Shatter dreams
progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly
Eiht: Get in where I fit in, like Too $hort Dip in, in a (???) Six Black Supersport Automatic nines I took, Colombian neck tie Whatever's the death threat
He danced for me in his drawers girl [Illegible] Well yea he's sleeping right now he took me home (What!!!) Wooo he freaked me girl (Oh my god) [Illegible] Yes yea oh
in my mouth to blow But I'm so far gone that's how it go [Verse 3 - Andre Nickatina] Yeah, two wishes and three bitches in the Cadillac They wanna hit
it's unloaded, threaten this man's health Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm Use nines for long niggas tec-nines
could think about was my brother Rob jumped up and began to run Busting shots hoping to hit someone So I just stopped, and let off three shots Two hit him and one hit
back, you jink Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees [Outro: Raekwon] Light up, man, light up, man
Bad habits Bad habits Bad Habits Bad habits, Bad habits Picked a few up nine years in this game Bad habits, Bad habits Life style's fast driving me insane
a glock with the 4-5 Four five in the mornin it don't stop, day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop) blue lights snap me back to reality I hit
danger We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!* Make you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a town I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip
tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin for the thirty-eight I pick it up, man fuckit I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats Lookin for somethin to hit
bitties, you're pussy so here kitty kitty, come get some milk from my hoe's titties Cross at the green not in between or get hit G Red light, green light, one two three
