Broken Bottles

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Black Rob] Lotta y'all niggas scared to pity the pool, man Uh, 2005 The new, New York City, you already know You already know, Aasim, South Queens You already know, LV, Sean C Topline, Kendle The Sav', Grind Music, nigga Uh, uh [Verse 1: Aasim] Hope you're comfy, y'all ain't gon' see no wins Roll the dice against me, nigga, cee-lo wins Aasim, I don't need no Benz, I don't need no friends Buck fifty niggas bleed on Timbs, uh The problem is y'all ain't go no honor I'm a Bad Boy, nigga, I ain't got no father Got a bed now dudes think they got with Philly Now you cheesesteak niggas bring beef with nine millis Wear your vestses to protect your chestes You pussy 'clined niggas is soft like big breastes Aas' essence, king over your peasants The bad Santa, of course I bring presents With the stretch of a long holder, the strong soldier I am gone over the top, Porsche 911 The box of glover lane, my metal and rubber bang Like stutter shift from the clutch of a Mustang Like a gang leader, Aasim must bang Born arrogant like I don't give a fuck, mane If you platinum, I'm gold, or just wood The EOB fam', Grind Music, we just hood Stay talkin' that, gang-gangsta shit Leave 'em in the trunk of the Ac' stiff And I don't mean like ready for a bitch It's more like you should've been ready to fall vic' To fitness, man, gotta fit this plan 'Bout to murder everything, leave no witnesses Niggas packed in a hoop' like some Mexicans Can't no one save the world yet I bet him can And I will kill Bill, like my life depended And be a legend in my prime, like my life just ended Still alive but when said and done and my life has ended I did it all you cocksuckers, Aasim represent [Verse 2: Wize G & Black Rob] I'm the young man on the come up, I play the block from Sun down to sun up, sun down, back to sun up Go 'head, raise a gun up, but if you aim at me, you shoot Better not let me see you freeze when you run up That's how dummies get done up, reactin' nervous I react like I just came back from the service I'm hot, skippin' and jumpin' on the track on purpose like This thing's easy, please believe me It ain't another like me, Wize G is in a League of his own the coroner's not likely Go 'head, nigga, light me, go 'head, nigga, bite me, pause Don't like what I said come nigga, fight me (Yeah) [Verse 3: Black Rob] Come through how I do when I walk on air Hun'ed thou' I'ma wild if it ain't all there Mouth shut, tryna figure how Black'll do With couple shots of Henny and a Coke and a stagger, too Hands up, bitch, nobody move Trust me, bet on Black, bitch, nobody lose Is he ever gon' fall? No can do, die now I'ma tell these bitch niggas what I'ma do right now I'ma rush the dance floor, get my dance on Keeps my hands on, it's hard to keep my pants on I'm tryna tell 'em, bitch, losin' not a option Get it poppin', I'm the Bad Boy concotion I came to go to war, man up I came with Aasim, Harlem and Queens, stand up [Outro: Black Rob] Yeah, man Aasim, man, ah man This is it, man, let's go LV, Sean C Be y'all, man Harlem representers Queens BX, ah man, yeah, let's go Harlem to Queens BX, drug money washin'