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Don't get scared
Just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9 busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
And show these crab niggas the
Power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the
Shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my
Main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spendin'
It fast as fuck straight up splurgin'
Open like a virgin with her
First piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas
Looking for they cream
And word got back through this
Fiend that it was me who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man it's whatever
I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo
We gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus
Nigga, I'm sniping crowds
Like that white kid on Higher Learning
Leave you on the ground with
Your fucking chest burning
What! We breaking out and
Unstoppable like acne i'm rough and rugged
You cut more slack than khakis
When the Philly takes you to
Another state of mind
It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes
We dwell in the dark trees, sellin' Jeeps
'95 Blazers call us a bunch of hell raisers
Timberlands and Skullys is all you see
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son "Son, yo, come through
I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil"
My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute
Then we kicked 'bout this nigga
Who think he getting bigger
Pumping on our side
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Tonight is gonna be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time he'd be on the corner
Slingin with a crackhead that be bringin
Sales to the building
Plus the bitch is fiendin'
I figure we can get the goods, kill the nigga
And being that we live right
Next to the river we can catch him off guard
Throw him in the water for the Coast Guard
Come on, God, the shit ain't hard
Think! Throw on your gear and
Cover up your face
And keep your eyes open for the Jakes
The snakes and the snitches
Don't wanna see a nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
When five oh is like
"You know who this is?"
It's Havoc, you better recognize and realize
They call me the Godfather son
I smoke L's and pack guns
Keep niggas on the run
Cocaine, I'm on the scale
Measuring grams and O's
Hoes came out with no clothes
So I can wake up in the dough
I keeps a 9 in my freezer
Cold blood flows within my veins
Cold heart like Lebanese sippin' on Champ
It's all about C notes and grants
Living elegant in a Lex coupe Allaire
Plus a young hustler carrying guns
Sellin' coke for funds
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop dream
But shit ain't the same as my eye see cream
I dwell by the minute
I gots to make more cash
C notes accumulating every day in my stash
Making hit's, '95, the raw clique
M30 with my lady Motorola phone flips
The quick gamer, full blooded money maker
Sharp razor, drinking daqs in Jamaica