They try to cut me out and wish death on me Couple bounds is bounds, niggas try to drop checks on me That didn't clear, thought I wouldn't emerge If this was a movie, half of you niggas were in the purge Broad day, I done see niggas get put on the curb I know old plugs that didn't sold good in the 'burbs Come down you see I get love like Lord though Rucker Park nights, must have robbed Ford autos I loved the 911 until they came with the four door I used to sell coke when the King was that Bordeaux But just like Vegas you got to bet on yourself I love checkers but I like chess better myself Four moves ahead, sometimes I'm ahead of myself I'm not God by then just tryin' to better myself Cuz I done seen niggas turn paper planes into 'jects Cuz this is more deeper than having a chain on my neck It was more like having a meeting about cocaine with the connect And they had two thousand birds but they just came with a check Cuz there was a time when I sold coke on the side And I watched all the friends that was closest to me die So I felt like the game had completely broken my pride So I brought bottles of champagne just to soak in the ride And if you speak to me now I feel like I'm emotionally tied And when they talk about The Dips they say that's a broken up pie So what good is that if you can't sell it whole? I got secrets in my body that I can't tell a soul I still post up in my hood the left hand work the gold My right hand on the dice and five grand on the Rolls I ain't speak to the weatherman but there's a chance it could snow I still run around in my pants since the kick Spanish hoes love me, I'm a noodle now I got the juice, bitches call me Young Jugo Now Growing up I got stepped on, I ain't lose potency Got cut twice, but I'm still puro, wow They say you got better, duele ta duro now I've been nice, I could call twelve, then two more rounds (Remix!) They see me movin', they call me Young U-Haul now Always hoppin' out the coupe, I'm Young Two-Door now We stayin' on avenues, started trapping with nickels To remain capital like the back of the nickel Hamburgers, no pickles, nigga cuttin' the loot Jail niggas bottle pickles and they piss in the juice Trap freeze in the cold watching these in the snow That's that New York shit like chopped cheese on a roll Put a hole through you skinny fucks And display your intestines like a Jimmy Truck Armor armed onto his legs and fuckin skinned knees up (Tell 'em!) If Mickey was raised how I was he fuckin' Minnie up anytime she was goofy Too deep, me and my guns like fuckin' two piece You'll get a piece, too, leave your brain and your cool girl (Dog noises) Who let the dogs out? Apartment full of guns I'm bringing the loft out Black granite floors white walker done bring the floors out You got your foot in the door I blew the doors down Then I threw the doors out (Right!) My bitch Louie she threw all the Michael Kors out She gettin' shit, all this shit she couldn't afford now Payment down, no down payments, she put it all down They know how Wall Street city hall now She what you once reserved, I'm reserving the call now I'm serious, silly, a phone call now Alien flow, I'm 'bout to phone home now These niggas take from the land, think they don't own now These niggas duel like Noreaga Capone now Duo, we harmonize when alone now Dogs from the ghetto in harmony, bone bone now (Woof!) Look, uh, you want it done right? You got to do it, I'm next You want the city to hear it, you got to do it for Flex I swear I know I got to do it myself, I don't got to All I've got to do it for help I get it, it's always about who talk, never about who did it It got to be automatic, never about who wit it You got him, I got his back too If he pop with his homie, the other nigga get smacked too Look, I sell crack sippin' Remy Martin Drunk out my mind, they don't test, they know the max, pay it faster than Papoose I'm on my bullshit, I swear to God, son Hardest working, me, Jaquae, Fred the Godson We shook the state with that Mirror Mirror It's looking good like the reflection on Shakira mirror Capone said they don't know of you You'll be ballin' when the streets get ahold of you Look, he passed the ball to me and I ran to the top He told me I don't got to be greedy to run with the Roc He said keep it low, that's when I gave him a high five Don't act surprised when you see me sippin' malta with tata Don't quote me though, just get it real nigga, y'all with the Opie dope Rappers hit me off the cans, don't smoke me though You got your foot in the door, I got my arm and my foot and no hokey poke Tell me the best fuckin' rhyme, tell me the most you wrote Man, like whatever, man, I got like eight more minutes This whatever man?