Damn

INTRO
Ma niggas is coke ya.
It’s crackalagy.
1 on 1 nigga.
I breed you niggas.
Ma sons AWWWW
Verse 1
The penalty is death and im inflictin' the torch and the best of the best
couldn’t mess with the boogie down bronxster its heavy promo catchin beef with
Joe but my man don’t get caught up in these streets alone they’ll be heavy
choppers firin motherf**kers is dyin niggas in runnin helicopters is flyin all
these suckers is lyin tellin the feds that ya see me and I was just island
hopin some wala tahiti I think its called Fiji or summin like that get yo shit
pushed mof**ker f**kin with crack catch a 100 in ya cap yo brain be by ya waste
line LV on this track hell of a base line remind me of the times I was servin
those base lines only Puerto Rican in Harlem now that’s stardom ghetto celeb I
been since I was younger 100 mill strong still dyin of hunger under the
chinchilla believe me the shits realer this piece’ll leave ya in pieces and
make you sleep better the streets terror the weak better treat mena keep
berrettas for these people and creep (f**kin crazy niggas) crack nigga
Chorus X2
Damnnn those guys are gettin dough that’s why all these gangsters come to coke
we get money money ya’ll got nothin for me and if you get caught nigga don’t
mention Joe
Verse 2
I keep hearin that’s cracks tha truth real niggas is screamin yo Joe get back
in the booth yea I do it for the niggas who be huggin the blocks those jack
boys don’t give a f**k dumpin at cops these niggas crazy some more real they’ll
get you for everythin even yo Paul Wall grill yes nigga its survival out here
these niggas don’t even respect the bible out here it spirals out here cars and
kings too that’s the only thing this summer gon bring you I seen it all man
they love it when I spit cane walk through the middle and speed with the big
chain I got em' sick main look how the shit playin piss stain yellow pebble
bezel on the wrist main you aint Pac you aint even a great actor matter a fact
you is a great actor im 1 O G you need to respect specially if you don’t want
niggas to see through ya chest (yesss) I caught his momma at the face to face
now she layin in St. Raymond’s in section 8 nigga (follow me now) (shit)
Chorus X2
Outro
Yeah this goes out to all the niggas gutter the gutter jails to jails.
All my niggas playin the yard right now doin pull ups pumpin this shit in yer
headsets I love you niggas.
Crack
Otis Ville you know its real.
Rikers haha.
All my niggas holdin it down.
All my street niggas gangster niggasss.
Dope boys haha.
COOK (echo)
(Music fades out)