That White

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shit's all the same Old rusty ass block from which I came Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest When Mac-10 shoot teams try to shoot up the set But I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec Wet the whole block, sip Grey Goose in the jet Pzhooom... back to the Boogie Backpack rappers they should have a plaque in the Boogie of me~!!! You know why? Number one hustler I opened up the floodgates, my "Flow Joe" customers [laughing] We all about the gunplay But still take time out to pray every Sunday [Chorus: various samples scratched] [Verse 2] The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska Whip so many (P's) now they callin me the +Master+ UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white I've been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night It's on with the don, never let shit slide Have your ass wear a patch like Slick Rick's eye Talk money, there's so much money, I can't even count Gotta put it on a scale, ten grand weigh a ounce Same corner all week, got the scene closed off Should be draft in the league the way I pass those off Coca! Now you know it's me I was always G, you a sometimes thug You fake hustle in your hustle and you sometimes drug You ask if a nigga kill yeah I sometimes does, CRACK! [Chorus] Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha We had to touch it again you heard me "Shit Is Real" you heard me Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me? Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite Crack! Coca! Krillz-mania Macho whattup nigga? (Big L rest in peace...)