And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya grill backwards fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked'em My flow semi-automatic Touch
to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. HE's reaching out to take her arm, when as if from nowhere, SHE suddenly produces a gold cigarette case and hands
and his sons Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade tucked Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched
of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this dough made me, gold az matching
Dino the dart specialist, Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo MethTical, John, John do your thing, thing What? Check it The all eye seein', heavenly divine The
, but they don't hit me Shoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit me With a full metal jacket, but they don't get me Not one bullet touch my body, not
a copper boat on a sea where money floats We went down, down, down We found an undersea town Where the gold just weighs you down Sit by a razor fish
off your face that's when we are split in two razor blade tongue bleeding licks scabbing mouth deadly eyes and chicks she shaves her legs for me to touch
(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body") [U-God] Dino the dart specialist Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo Meth-Tical, John John
played the back seat for months Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed Got the rings and the gold chains
for Free that's why they fired AJ It's me leaking through your stereo Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow Razor
Four o'clock in the afternoon and I didn't feel like very much. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy, where is your famous golden touch?" I
get it So, chain danglers, are in danger When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later Boss bitch though, goin out like Tomb Raider Booth razors
2-na] He who is without sin Cast the first stone Blast the verse No matter the class I'm vers'tile Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms I'm hopin' at worst Hopin' the words that touch
of a home and a lobe SONJA BLAD-E, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this dough made me, gold az matching
shawty [Baby Blue] Count my paper stack my weight up She's a gold digger, but I ain't gone hate her I'd still date her cut her like a brand new razor
, see what, B what, razor blade cut from your neck to your gut Have no shackle Easy for me to tackle Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style grapples