HSH 6 (Intro)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Crystal ball There's so many things I need to know Crystal ball There's so many things I've got to know Crystal ball Won't you tell me please before I go Crystal ball [Verse 1: Quilly] "Why you standing in the Projects Quilly It's time to go", "why the fuck you got a bomb on you Quilly you bout' to blow" All nighters at Sunny's house, knowing I got a show All these rappers lukewarm, you hot I'm like "I know" LeRoy, I got the glow, this shit slow Move that white like Pillsbury boy I want the dough I was trappin' in my smokers house, sleepin' on a (?) Move dimes, chop 20s the size of croutons Them bitches like "cut me a check if you do sign" In due time, I ain't waitin' on a deal like Coupons On Dek, I got some paper behind me Them snakes closer than you think, I got some haters beside me Dumb niggas' can't figure the ovi Their read soggy Fuckin' bitches like bill Cosby, I need some head prolly If I did that 4 to 8 baby, would you wait baby? Or fuck my man soon as they send me upstate, maybe The game shady, 1, I own these niggas'; Tracy McGrady Word to mommy, bought the Tommy Dick Tracy I was a dirty nigga, but all my cousins was wavy My auntie took me to strawbridge's way before Macy's The game crazy, I own my publishing, can't rape me Money is safe, but the whistle never on safety I keep the toaster, strudel, I make pastries In the kitchen, gettin' back, I know you lames hate me This bitch givin' up the coochie, but I ain't goin' sushi She fightin' it, the rollie buss down like a Loosie I look a nigga in his eyes like "don't be surprised" I stretch before I put that work out; exercise I stop everything I'm doin' when I hear a (?) You doin' everything you can just to stop the grind Droppin' dimes, givin' up tape, can't even Gangsta Grill I cock back, give em 30 like they taking pills My nigga had a good year, till' they gave him wheels I'm bussin' traps for the thrills, that shit give me chills I had to step it up, Rocky Balboa, word to Noah I'm here, it ain't there, that shit is over Cook coke in a Coffee pot, not Foldgers Why would they cop them lil' nickels? They could cop Boulders I put that sho box money in my TD Word to Red's, I'm gettin' money like my nigga "E" I graduated from standin' on that hot corner I put my lil niggas' in the field; Pop Warner Chill baby, stop draw'n, you just a bad light skin jawn You not foreign I got picks now, I got your sister on my dick now I don't even make twerk songs, so why she strip down? You thought "Real One" was a hit Watch how I get now They say them tables turn, flip this whole shit round [Chorus] Crystal ball There's so many things I need to know Crystal ball There's so many things I've got to know Crystal ball Won't you tell me please before I go Crystal ball [Talking/Ending] "Who Killed Sanchez? "Scary lil bitch please... I'm one of the realest nigga left outchea... you think I'm bout to miss my chance of becoming a real nigga by telling you who reallh did it? When I know who did it.... but I ain't bout to tell you cuz Imma take the charge.. that's what real niggas do... you got the game fucked up outchea.. YOU A WHOLE HOE OUTCHEA!!!"