[Verse 1: Malice] Say dawg, let’s not get involved You don’t wanna tango, I’ll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome 4 that’ll lock your legs And you can’t move, I roll big and I can’t lose They watch so hard, ain’t nothing I do that ain’t news Carry it like I’m a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I’m known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don’t stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin’ Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen: «Good night friend, ’til we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again» Uh, I never front like I’m something I’m not But being broke, well that’s just something I’m not Y’all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way ‘fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend, if they could, they’d kill me, friend Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn’t take me in the CL, that’s way too much And I’m too gone, y’all niggas can talk on [Verse 2: Fabolous] They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy’s in a hurry Ma, I can’t even fuck with you if you ain’t in the itinerary I don’t know where dudes is buying their jewelry Why’s your ice cream, like it’s made by Ben & Jerry? Y’all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts E-mail snitch got Ds in your two-way contacts I’m in the club sippin’ on that new ‘Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich’s I got them teflons, to shove in the 4 That have undercovers and po’, recovering slow The government know, the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow Ghetto
[Verse 3: Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me «Novocaine» I turn over ‘caine, over and over again Hell, so much clientele I could lose it all today, be back the next day Still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures: down, up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, Pusha-Ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes I’m holding, whether it’s heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain’t jokin’, but I laugh how other flows convince you It’s money, it’s funny, it’s Comedy Central Mine’s mental, others is made up stencil When I’m on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I’m livid, they act as if I don’t live it Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can’t sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa
