New Jack City

Lyrics

[Intro] (Legend made another one) [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] Who's that knockin' on your door? It's the Flu Flammers Bitch, my neck hurt, I'm nothin' like these new rappers The Stincs run the city, don't need no bran, we the new jackers I'll hang these old niggas up like a new jacket Who trippin'? Nobody, gon' be an old casualty Diamonds pop-lockin' on my neck, who they battlin'? I know your type, since a youngin, you was a tattleteller The truth with this shit, literally, my style gettin' better You thought you was fuckin' with me? Literally the wildest shit еver Both my wrists broke, my neck fivе pounds or better Givin' this bitch meatballs in the cloudiest weather Nigga thought gang and them was a frat boy the way he steppin' She told her friends about the good perky meat like he blessed her They like, "Ralfy, what chili baba mean?" Keep guessin' She like, "Do you want some good head and bread?" Bitch, you guessed it Seen that you won on the 'net, but on the streets, don't test us [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Stinc Team bing-bing, bitch, it's the Flu Flammers Have that nigga doin' parkour when I shoot whammers Ling Ling, bop-boppin', do you understand me? Soaked the Christian up, holy water, pastor Ralfy Fry that beef up and take the chicken from him, Jim Dandy How you get buff with your strap? He's a stalley You movin' too fast, why you takin' off your panties? Everybody know about the Stincs, just go and ask Slappin' on her ass, chains hangin' with the MAC on me Tear it off, you don't got the green, baby, Cash App me Shit, nigga I could get any bitch I want 'cause my neck dancin' P with his flu flammin', I don't got no answer Wanna know the price of this chain, bitch? Ask Rami Pits all rude, the bitches like it 'cause I'm so cocky Her man on buck a broke nigga, she ain't seen Donnie Just stepped in with FNs, why you so violent? I get my tints from the Ruler, stupid bitch, I don't hide it All my niggas got a kill switch, they all licensed A cliffhanger, it was tragic, left him rock climbin' You know a joint when you see it, say my name louder I know you blew him out his boots, but where this man trousers? Every song is 'bout my life, I am not rappin' Mud walkin' on a loaf, this a big pile, ugh [Verse 3: Duffy] OTM a big problem Crunch time, Duffy come in clutch like I'm Black Mamba We keep scorin' on these niggas so they mad at us Don't reply to broke niggas, up a bag on 'em The winnin' recipe, the Stincs got the sauce Told the bitch that I don't want her unless she bad and she a boss Bitches fascinated by the way I walk, just know it cost Man down, bro, that child actor kid just whacked an opp Chalked the block and now I'm Willie Nelson, on the road again I think you all know we bringin' straps so we ain't comin' in Try me then, I told a bad bitch to bring both her friends Niggas seem confused, mini-Dracs to make it make sense You see the ice, nigga? Ain't nobody fuckin' with us How these niggas do it? Don't you get it? Bitch, we run the city Any time you see me, guarantee you I got Pippy with me It ain't no competin' with us, I don't think these niggas get it I ain't plan to hit his bitch, she had the fatty on her Back then, I had the deuce-deuce, now I pack a punch The chopsticks'll drop King Kong, that's a chunky monkey Askin' 'bout Mei Ling, yeah, you funny, we don't answer questions Hocus pocus, make him vanish, this a magic wand .223s, I got Jordan out here back-to-back with Bron So young, can tell you we be gettin' it, we ain't got no time The Stinc Team got the uchies, we ain't gotta sign, bitch