[Itchy Fingas Sha] I'm on the I-95, my eyes red, swerving In the Suburban, wit this chick from Mount Vernon Dime piece wit an ass ya peeps trynna peep But she ride wit me, so she strapped wit ki's Tucked in her weave, shout didn't take holes about the city And take M.M.O. being in luxury, you work for me Like Charlie's Angels, my hoes will bang you And snap bracelets, yo, get that diamond ring too On some fishing in the field, when she cocking the steel Popping the steel, niggas better popping the pill And lay low, you get dough, I'm like, ey-yo, where the yae yo And took a slow nigga, let's play in the snow Blaze the dro like we ain't got nowhere to go We capable to do anything, we capable to blow
[Trigg-nomm] Two heaters, in the two seaters, sweating neeta beaters P.O.T., low key, wit po' Kita Poting this deep, stinky sticky broccoli On some cops, please, police can't stop these Public Enemies, Flav and Chuck D. Millennium S1 Dub, chameleons Kidnap civilians, wives and children My dogs get hungry, appetites get ugly Straight yae and bake Pacino wit In the Casino, playing for Keno Straight New Jack niggas, we Nino And G-Money, see money? Ain't shit funny So don't laugh, cuz it's not a game Spit the calico, fast glock, glide ya brain Whole M.M.O. squad insane Repertoire be mobsta, off the chain Ladies be straight dimes, packing baby nines Bout it babies, intertwine wit crime Hold in they vagin', thong in they behind First class, on American Airline
[Itchy Fingas Sha] 10 O'clock in the morning, my phone ringing Yo, I'm at the Four Seasons For some reasons, I just cock the heaters Waiting for this package, that we shipped out of Medina Last week, while this bitch stay in Taj unique She had a body that was fine and neat And all that coke that she bringing, where you hiding it? Yo, shorty was tight, but if the drug ain't here tonight I'mma make a phone call, have my niggas blow the top off your house Pop ya spouse, don't forget the dough on the couch Last year he made a biz, slaying crack in the house
[Trigg-nomm] Either shorty disappeared, or shorty was gone Either dough be slow, or the dough be long Got the same gun, in head hunters, spot runners Stuntmen, top gunners, money lovers No loses, four horsemen, killing horses Ya'll flossing, on some, rip me off See I got the tip off, get a hit to tee off Retaliate, snakes beat, evaluate It was the crack of dawn, when I heard the horn Got a call from Now Born, and codes I caught on Yo shorty's gone, and I got the bread Straight M.M.O. steelo, left him for dead, biatch
