But why all the secrecy on this project? This is the Space Angel's new ship I'd sure like to see him We probably wouldn't know if we did, since no one knows who the Space Angel is Ayy Two way, deuce, siete Jack guy Where we at? Can't swindle a swindler Used to cut the 'caina with vinegar Now I keep my traffic to a minimum Brand new millennium Too many Kansas City Chiefs and not enough Indians Countin' up them Benjamin Bannekers with them diamond cut tendencies Linin' up them big spenders Five hundred or better got me rackin' up them strict tenders Taxin' for them fish dinners, collectin' the front end Watchin' out for snitches who be havin' fed run-ins Got them peoples all in my business, tryna butt in Don't end up the butt of my jokes on the butt end It's different strokes, different folks on that dead end But when them street lights come on, it's time to head in Last one to take it in was tryna stay out All night servin', lil' nigga, what your day 'bout? Walt Disney on ice, slidin' with the clique Mickey Mouse drum on the chop, ninety in the clip Glit Down in Columbo Cookin' in that same pot your grandma made the gumbo Uh, it's twelve packs in a bundle Sellin' twelve twelve skinnies in the trap, me and buzzo Yeah, two hundred racks in the duffel Keep the change in exchange for a bag full of truffles On gang, chip a nigga like some Ruffles Nigga go against the grain, I'ma blow the whole hundro It's Blocks Lil' bloody, he a drill sergeant In the hills, tryna oversaturate the pill market Dropped a bullet, leavin' buddy house in the trailwind Ice-T night, he turn around, that's a tailspin Eatin' Chickendales off the crab, V12 Benz Parked it on the grass in the field, Sprewell spins All white ice, from the glare, it may appear blue I see a ConCreature when I'm starin' in my rear-view Airin' out my new coupe, pairin' up the Bluetooth Stompin' foreign pedals in Balenciaga moon boots Womb to the tomb, 227, cradle to the grave Grits in a blender, took it to the table with them J's Servin' in the rentals, burner in my denim Only built for Cuban link cables with the yays Platinum masterpiece, lookin' like the Silver Surfer Killed the parking lot, last night, I caught a triple murder The Jackson Down in Columbo Cookin' in that same pot your grandma made the gumbo Uh, it's twelve packs in a bundle Sellin' twelve twelve skinnies in the trap, me and buzzo Yeah, two hundred racks in the duffel Keep the change in exchange for a bag full of truffles On gang, chip a nigga like some Ruffles Nigga go against the grain, I'ma blow the whole hundro It's Blocks