corrupt politicians and black gangsters is made Where you die at 25, shot up in your Merced's Ridin' on blades, livin' for today Fuck peace, bustin at
new Gucci?s, 500 a piece I make her smile and I smile back Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto Brand
and I be the best you see the rest They lookin' like they need a rest One more time I'ma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be fuckin' with
style Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smile I mush his face, give him a smack Then I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back
, I want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at
You done had it wit this If broke is a habit I guess you back at it again You need a change Plus you need some answers Cause you just lost your moms to
you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my smile
that Jazz Hold on, hon We're gonna bunny hug I bought some aspirin Down at United Drug I case you shake apart And want a brand new start To do that [
When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets Chill and relax, I'm back in effect Yes, I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette Deaths turned spoiled
and dumb and quick at the tongue You high strung bum come and get done I'll do you wit a death blow Kill 'em, kill 'em I'll hit ya wit a death blow
resolution while downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style. Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion 'Til the jury's bored to death
while downtime is simply wasted. You were born execution style. Head first in a trial. I'll second the motion 'Til the jury's bored to death and puts
the dirt its psychological i'm like havin a rifle shot at you we not the type that smile at you we the type that bite at you slit your throat with the
You done had it with this, if broke is a habit I guess you back at it again You need a change Man you need some answers cause you just lost your moms
to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile
DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be fuckin with
and relax, I'm back in effect Yes I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette Deaths turned spoiled, rich like top soil Still loyal still the MC Grand
