Themes, Dreams, and Schemes

Lyrics

[Verse 1: O.C.] Even if the Chosen One's frozen, inside ice I still rise like the spirit of Christ, it's all right I'mma let you niggas know I'm still nice With this voice-box made of gold, larynx priceless What the fuck y'all niggas thought? I done seen niggas get sold and bought For what my ancestors fought Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word Life!) You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet Splittin' niggas wigs like I'm slammin' 'em on granite Niggas can't manage Whether, Jamaican, Haitian, Dominican, white or Spanish Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out If it's comin' from the top, make sense of what you're talkin' about [Verse 2: A.G.] The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better Let us divide this cheddar O.C. and us three, tighter than niggas that did time together It's only right we shine together I'mma rhyme forever, while you the worst I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse Unless these streets get me first, want a few mill But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas I'm whippin' honey shit, the cherry Blazer My pen is real, you feel the blood touch the paper When I'm through, I crush the paper 'Cause now I know it And I'mma blow it like I knew it for years Like my peers from childhood Was a wild hood, did anythin' a broke black child could Even robbin' and stealin', but that's not foul, that's the hood Even money knew it When he cracked a smile and passed the goods [Hook: A.G.] Ayo the theme, is to stay sick and have 'em fiend The dream, is to make hits and stack cream The scheme, get that cash for new trucks That ass at the bar is for us to scoop up The beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?!" D.I.T.C., and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we clean up [Verse 3: D-Flow] Ayo, I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystals Fuck with us if you, insane in your membrane Police cuffs I slip through, when I bust, trust I won't miss you A Killer like Cam, I send your whole fam with you Addicted to Dro, sippin' on Mo I tell you if you ain't know, G.D. be rippin' the globe Whippin' the Range Rove, dough will never change Flow If you lyrical I'll cripple you, that's how the game go Fuck out of here with your plain ho, and small chips We all rich, only the players score more than six Gorgeous chicks, quarter licks, blow a pound Before we started, it was more than this, hold it down Keep my head up, for ignorant niggas around me Front on my fam, son, better dose is what you tell me I keep it tight, you weak when you write And get beat, you light player It's the flavor I save for your neighbor My niggas died for this money and I'mma try for this Gotta cock the six, spit shots, shit, and drop hits We be the Bronx's finest, honeys gotta rewind this G.D. and D.I. shit, now change the topic [Verse 4: Party Arty] Yo fuck a Bentley, I push the Benzi, 500, like the Indy Got too many Benjis to be stingy Skin complexion of a penny, skip the Henny, hit the Remi Spit the semi-automatic at anyone that static It's Party Arty, hardy with premium Trust me, for us three, I bust three, triple teamin' 'em Show & A.G. and 'em, no doubt about it G.D. and 'em 'Bout it, 'bout it like Master P and 'em It's the machete swinger, I got plans to fuck every singer Already bring the ruck like Jerry Springer Bless it, you a freshmen, I'm a senior Felony charges, y'all niggas is misdemeanor Like when I first shot the milli, or when I first copped the Phillie Ace Buchanan, A.K.A. Poppa Willy Flows, knock you silly, rock above you when it's chilly Show love, when the hoes jock to grill me, feel me The rasta in me make me wanna kick shit like it was Soccer, silly I'm not the Willy to fuck with Cocked the milli on some rough shit, you want it? It's yours Get lost, 'cause y'all cats don't want to brawl, with the big dogs [Hook: A.G.] Theme, is to stay sick and have 'em fiend Dream, is to make hits and stack cream Scheme, get that cash for new trucks Ass at the bar is for us to scoop up Beam, infrared on you, beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?!" D.I.T.C., and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we clean up