Mr. Slick is out to prove somethin

I'm all up in this pussy, pass the chrome, time to move somethin

(Yo, it's the turnaround)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Tonight my clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino style

Flexin muscles like a Gotti trial

Yellow case get shook by the court with the judge

You should know a pimp, sonny, kill them killer looks

Roscoe's concealed, it's real, I'm magnetized to this heat

With the navy blue steel appeal

Gots to be top notch, iced-out Movado

Time tickin on pussies like Castellano

Thug Incorporated, my murder team is orchestrated

And trained through excrutiating pain, they'll never be faded



[ VERSE 2 ]

There's no comparison how I construct the flow

Like pyramids phenomenal, niggas already know

Mr. Slick is out to prove something

I'm all up in this pussy out of state, nigga, move something

Bags of money plus counting machines

Niggas lust for green, red dogs on the scene

Had to ultimate my scheme to a higher plateau

It's all about rippin shows, stick broads and dough

Fuck the penny ante scams

What part you don't understand?

Atlantic City-bound, playin ( ? ) for grams

Pussies be vexed when I be puttin chips down

This here motherfucker is the turnaround



(What goes up, must come down) - Lords of the Underground



[ VERSE 3 ]

This is the part that I be lovin the most

Crack the 200 dollar bubbly, propose a toast

Gods bless the family back home, players sittin on chrome

With three piece suits on dummy phones

Makin transations, conversatin top dollar

Real Live niggas, hustle is a street scholar

Small timers constantly come around with that bitch shit

I re-, re-, regulate, take 'em to the street quick

Movin in on these hal