Talkin’ about Practice?

Lyrics

[Intro] You best practice Practice, talkin' about practice? Talkin' about practice? You're in a house, maybe your own Maybe one you've never seen before You feel it, something evil You run, but there's no escape Nowhere to turn Yo, yo, yo Quit talkin' that shit, still walkin' that shit Yo, yo, yo Don't know what the fuck niggas thought Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse] I know niggas 16 that's pumpin' two hundred cracks a day That's a rack a day, you do it right I told 'em keep the tool at night Trife livin' what I'm built on The money real tall like it got stilts on You know the streets cold, go put your quilt on I get you killed off a consignment pack Now, nigga, tell me if your pride worth it Catch me with your wife lurkin' Some city, doin' the side block Gettin' sucked through my boxer briefs They see me and they spot a chief Bumpin' Bootsy Collins in a guava feet, you niggas know who it is Face on a warning poster, Billy the Kid Might wheelie the bike through the opp block The clique construction workers by the way we chop rock You'd think it's Notre Dame, I'm hunchback over a plate of 'caine I'm tryna make it twerk like Miley Cyrus Interfere, then find some dirt to dive in My phone jumpin' out the gym I'm pullin' up like 007, them bitches know it's him It's no mistakin', hardly taken lightly The drugs is harder than a right from Tyson, taken nightly I ain't polite, don't assume so The .40 on my belt, so I suggest that you move slow With two hoes whose faces in the magazines Stackin' green, I turn your brain into scattered dreams Pack of thieves who I roll with, maintain control of this shit Who let these broke niggas in, we need a toll in this bitch Two-steppin' with the devil, and she fine Only thing I'm thinkin', should I make her mine Wine and dine her, tryna get behind her Remind her, I'd do anything for the commas I'm a mobster to the bone marrow Corleone's son, he gripping on the .44 handle Bad decisions what I'm makin', all the money's what I'm takin' All you pussy niggas doing is really fakin', it's Dolla [Outro] Fuck you thought? Robbin' shit, bag the extras Doin' dumbass shit And then I just cut my hair and turn back into Da$H Every time, that's what happen