Fake thug no love you get the slug cb4 gutso

Your luck no I didn't know 'till I was drunk though

You freak niggaz played out get fucked then ate out

Prostitute turned bitch I got the gauge out

96 ways I made out Montana way the good f e l l a

Verbal a k spray dipped attache jumped out the range

Empty out the ashtray a glass of zay

Make a man Cassius Clay

Red do plots murder schemes 32

Shotguns regulate with my dunns

17 rocks gleam from one ring

Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing

There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King

The highlights of living, Vegas style roll vice in linen

Antera's spinning on milleniums

20 G bets I'm winning them

Threats I'm sending them, lex with t.v. set the minimum

I'll sex adrenaline

Party with villians

A case of demi-sec to chase the henny

Wet any clique with the semi-tech who want it

Diamonds I flaunt 'em

Chicken heads flock I lace 'em, fried

Broiled, amaze 'em, taste 'em, place

they clit way out of formation

It's horizontal how I have 'em

Fucking me in the benz wagon

Can it be vanity from last dragon

Grab gun it's on though, shit is grimy

Real niggaz buck in broad daylight with

The broke mac it won't spray right

Don't give a fuck what they hear as

long as the dram's lit

Yo overnight thugs, bug because they ain't promised shit

Hungry-ass holligans stay on that piranha shit



I peeped you frontin, I was in the jeep

Sunk in the seat tinted with heat beats bumpin

Across the streat you was wildin

Talkin bout how you ran the island in eighty-nine

Laying up playing the yard with crazy shine

I cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine clanked 'em

What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time

Dug 'em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em

So dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb

Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son

Caught a hot one, somebody take his biscuit before the cops come

Then they come asking me my name, what the fuck

I got stitched up and went through the

left hospital that same night

What I got my gat back, time to backtrack

I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped

Black was in the jeep watching all these scenes speed by

It was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one

That clown niggaz through blazing out his crew daily

The bridge touched me up severely hear me

So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin

El's sippin Coors on all floors in project halls

Contemplating war niggaz I was cool

With before we used to score together

Uptown copping the raw but a-a thug changes

and love changes and best friends become strangers

Word up



Yo to them niggaz gettin it on in the world ya know

To them niggaz that locked down doing their thing

Surviving know what I'm saying?

To my thorough niggaz New York and world wide

Yo to the Queens Bridge militia 9-6 shit the firm clique

The illmatic nigga it was written though

Been a long time comin

Y'all fake niggaz trying to copy

Come with yo cool