[Chorus: Trigg-nomm] Nobody move, think about playing it cool Nobody move, I'm about to change the rules Nobody move, you know the deal, nigga, Cash Rules Nobody move, and I ain't got shit to lose
[Trigg-nomm] Daily routine, every day scheme for C.R.E.A.M. Typical fiends, slinging in the foulest scenes By any means, attitude when we rule Dudes is rude, similar to criminals Scrooge Move thorough, type jigsaw like a puzzle Pissing in train tunnels while scheming on your bundle Playing the humble, huddle up, no fumbles From child's play, to everyday foul play Medallion Isle, where the foul, all went down A small town, where clowns killed kings for crowns We young cats, thinking it's fun to gun clap We love rap, nah, dude, we don't rap Fly villain, dipping out of dollar cabs, blunt spilling Haters in front of villains be steady ice grilling Knowing the dealing, still fronting with feeling They be knowining they dealing, yet they still fronting with feeling
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[Trigg-nomm] It's like a way of thinking, mostly when we out drinking For adolescense, water weapons just testing Learned a lesson, Brooklyn/Crooklyn's daily juxing Wound up in Central Booking, crossfire, lives tooken Moms in grief, major beef wit the police Even had the man fronting out by the Himalayah Dispicable, the way the boys in blue'll click on you Sware your college is ugly, put a clip in you Pistol whipping you, like the days of slaves Resist and notice, when time is no change Pain with no game, pre judge with no shame So when I lose my cool, tell me who's to blame
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[Trigg-nomm] We goodfellas, out in Fresh Meadows, betting Monticello Pocket sweller, type like, Rockerfeller Name Marcellus, old time coke seller Ring a bell? Talent gone stale, tipping triple beam scales Service still well, slot locked for the 12's My same gig, before he ran up in my dun crib Illegal legacy, got the suckas pondering wit the pedigree Snake steadily, hoping they bury me in memory Type like Rasco, rocking rasco, back in the day Form a daily Costco, rhymed bout apostle Years to years change, from lots of small change To Franklin's, Benji's, snakes envy So now I play 'em stingy, feed 'em from a far Switch up my repertoire Now popular, I sky tint the car Reportoire, fast cars and bullet scars Trigg-nomm, legendary lyrical don
