[Tek] (Steele)
Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough
Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow
Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home
Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk
(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition
There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)
Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass
My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash
(Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car
Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy
(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about
Gotta make sure everything secure
Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
The man's out heavy today
I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)
Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out
Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals
Proper attire for all criminals
Blazed up the clip, loads up the 45th
If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff
Who dem man there gon rap on my door
Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)
Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety
(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets
Twist up some trees before we jet)
True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee
Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
(But no less about to starved into free men
So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)
Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1
The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn
(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid
Forget about the dough, let's do it
I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you
out
