I used to cook it by the stove wearing a white robe Green money that'll fold, crack sales had slowed I was told hoes exposed stay on their toes Drug dealer money froze, stashed right in his nose Shot friends that was bros, crossed the street code Opportunist, yeah we're cool but ain't the newest Dropped out of school but knew I should've pursued this Action affirmative, observative You vs me, that's cool we call it murder biz So tell 'em what it's supposed to be You can't front on me gripping on rosary Yeah... you see our actions is backed off When we back off we let that mac off Tell them niggas vamous and watch 'em back off I'm always in the trap getting packs off I got tonnes of the coke, you selling bath salts Come through in a Porsche with a bad broad 'Cause every time I get dressed I rip tags off The type of bitches that I fuck you need a passport 'Cause you the broke niggas saying it's your man fault But that's what happens when you running for a hand off You keep it real when you visit niggas up north Me and N.O.R.E. getting high in a G4 Your wife say it's work, it's really just a day off I'm a boss in these streets, you getting laid off And the jewellery on my neck, you thought I play ball Look you in your face nigga, who's soft? Coke get delivered on a U-Haul You got famous getting smacked on World Star Nigga that's your girl car Nigga that's your girl house And I can make this bitch kick you the fuck out On your mark, get ready, set, go All city, Nate rep the metro Kind of nigga that get drunk and stay lit Straight killing I increase the death toll Still getting texts from ex hoes Like what up stranger and x o's I only fuck with Whatsapp and Snapchat Fake niggas get slapped up and clapped at To the coroner, fresh bags of toe tags Competition crack like it's snow craft Then it's back to Queens to get more guns We like Harlem Nights shooting a small gun Bullets busting through the glass of the store front And when it's time for bail the boss cough up No matter if it's cash or cheque We peel fast and we usually keep cash on deck Slum vandal, hand on a gun handle And these streets so deep right to the slums manhole Fiends run up, come get it I bump samples Made the block so hot niggas done brung camels Corners pop off some candles Play with your life you're losing in one gamble Never forseen to be the leader of a drug market Swimming in a green crib with the plush carpet Life ain't peaches and cream, it's a tough harvest You need a gun harness, you need a cut artist You need a little some part of it and bus chartered You need the cut gardens You need to get your hands dirty, either touch garbage You need a tough squadron, you need to buck targets You need a team of killers, you gotta clean the scrilla Stream by the villa, we get up, Queens the pillar my nigga