Lyrics

[Verse] I said whoa now, that's what my cold killers say Plus I'm hearing rumors that they want to smoke Ray Plus I hustle in the rain when the clouds are smoked grey Of course I put it down in them streets inbroad day I had to get loud on a fiend that don't pay So now I gotta chase money green and smoke grey And hit the birds of prey, through the bag hit the cat And the word that I say is true Cons' got raps And everything will change once cars got stacks Cause niggas gonna start wheezing like an asthma attack Saying we's gonna do this and we's gonna do that But we's don't fuck around Let's keep it like that I'll be right back I'm chasing my shine and gold You only good at your game and the numbers you post Since that vidеo with Mos', I'm top dog, underdog Cause I talk whatevеr better's under your dogs Need a memory jaw, forgot that we run flows While you rerun clothes Like the rerun show When we see hoes or hoes, we call them Al Qaeda I'm a pitcher longer in Queens than Al Lighter So pass me a lighter so I can smoke one with Twi' It's five for Newports on these New York streets And you see what's on my feet, New Fila and bowlers The high top Prada's of the make ya motors And you can't control us, not even with riddle We the law defying citizens, that be with sizzler nigga