Coach of the Year

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Snyp Life] All it take is one phone call to get your life lost The same way the bars burn, but let the mic frost Heavy ice on the light cross Late night hugging the pipe, [?] be something, lights off New era like your fitted, I'm the right boss I jumped in the Civic, hopped out the white Porshe When Snyp floss, he do it for the non believers The hood niggas, daydreaming about hitting divas I throw your shit up in the cleaners Meaning I could full press steam ya with these two fresh ninas D-Block thievers, robbers, hustlers, gangstas, bosses And every city fuck with us [Verse 2: AP] The stakes is high Gamble with your life, tryna take paper out I was selling crack on the job, had a paper route Now selling crack is my job, I don't taste the drought I can bring it to you soft or hard, I could bake an ounce I could bake a brick, Kiss, let me take the whip Shoot across town, get some food, probably scrape a bitch Then I'm back, fiends blowing up my jack Dustheads looking for Mac, [?] Five five where it's at You can get your food at Stomp out your bitch, choke your kids with the shoelaces Any nigga know me Know I get it poppin Beef, I'm coming through your front door like a locksmith [Verse 3: Large Amount] [?] know you remember me [?] out the bottle, I'm sipping it like it's Hennessey A friend of me, another enemy I gotta keep close Got it for that east coast Yeah it's Mr. Fire on the lean better bring toast Large? He hate never Spend a G every week on my weed, that's my play cheddar Large beat up the beat yeah my record like Mayweather I ain't Shane Mosley, my game like LeBron James and you James Posey Hear the name know me Wait, let them hear the gift Hate? Let them hear the fifth Play the graveyard, we can share the ship Prada but it's tailor fit Tryna scoop a Gaga or a Taylor Swift [Verse 4: Jewelz Champaign] [?] bunch of squares, in the circles More clear, since I been on the purple 'Bout to kick it out, like [?] Disrespect my team, [?] ass like jerbles I cuss them out with the F U's and verbles The [?] break them up, into pieces like [?] [?] me I'm [?] I'm the aftermath, check my work [?] in the building, make way Tell them it's going down, mayday Collecting [?] pay day [?] church on Sunday [Verse 5: Jadakiss] Lights and the cameras on Entertainers, career criminals, glammers on Vest-es hammers on If you broke, then you planning wrong Front of the housing complex till the grams is gone Keep shaking the pyrex, till your hands get warm Then when they hand you the money, you hand it to him Children are the truth, it's crack over here, baby, building or the booth I'm building with the youth You can't get money, it's like you got cancer Do not answer, the new Black Panthers Feeling yourself Giving me the snotty looks Young niggas play hard for me, I'm like Scotty Brooks