Lyrics

See how I play wit it? See how I could breeze from back and still stay wit it? Bet you thought I would probably spend a day wit it I started the seven but I finished the eight wit it Cooked the beef wit the rifle and let the K' hit it Took the streets from the disciple and left away wit it I left the grey sitting, left the gray A kitted Wasn't the do cake, the trey bake did it Let me take you to a place where you can't escape karma Niggas take cake and slang eights to they own mama It was '94, really wasn't sure, Mommy came to cop Mommy wanted two but she gave me four Baking up myself only made me poor We was selling treys so I made her gave me more She lost it in '84 Prolly had the fattest ass on the block That was when I used to flash dick at the bitches And laugh at the cops, still flash dick at the bitches And laugh at the cops, as I pass in the drop Got my stash in a box Still blowin' in the hot breeze blastin' some Pac Niggas come and go like money, Imma last at the top Imma drive-by on you niggas and dash to the top Imma cash 'cuz I'm hot Got a wrist full of bag of baguettes and my cash in a knot Any nigga fuck wit my set and I'm blastin' the Glock, yeah I got the muthafuckin' hash in my sock, uh Told ya'll, glass full of pot Play wit my money, I blast at cha pops Baby, back up a little and put yo ass on this cock Nigga Oakwood gas in the spot Nigga, coke good, splash wit the Scotts Nigga no good, nigga so hood Nigga Max B, flow oh-so good Any nigga get love, go to the show should Run and see Beast Mode, go 'cuz the show's good I take the funiture out, not the couch The muthafuckin' furniture in ya mouth Nigga feel like it's a furnace in ya mouth Philly cheese steak flows, spittin' burgers out ya mouth Toss the burner and be out, bitch!