until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage

and thats that, publishin' from ASCAP

my ass rap, but FEDS still flash that.



Chorus 2X



Verse 3:

In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry

new kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys

I'm on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani's

flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes

street wise, got ties to crime thats organized

never took no shorts so you oughta recognize

tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex

picture Gruff spendin' one night with no sex

shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread

be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red

like a Maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me

bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me

stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit

keep ya eyes off my pocket

all I wanna do is knock it

I got a wife just keep it in the closet

late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...