Aug 05, 2006 17:51
Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable, a brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable. I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing,
I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring, I had an ace in the hole when it came to that. Yo Z, you was packin? You know I was strapped. Posse kept rollin' it was hard to get with 'em, so I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim. They kept coming, just like I figured, so I stepped back, and started sprayin' niggaz. What a way to go out, out like a sucker; but I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission. Suckers who be dissing, always on my jock like a snake always hissing. Grabbin' and tappin' me like Luther Vandross, take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast. Givin' best wishes to the best MC, and when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me, 'cause I'm housin'.