V.I.G
Yeah ya know this what we do to get our cake. This is how we fuckin eat and shelter ourselves. Yo Sin-A-Matic run game on em!
Sin-A-Matic
2:00 in the morning i've been up since 8
Puttin in work tryin to make this cake
Puttin rocks on corner, hustlin it on the street
Call the cops on me I gotta give my fam sumtin to eat
I slang thangs while I gangbang just to make a lil change
I don't just push rocks homie I got a whole range
of strange narcotics, that makes everything sound robotic
And i'll sell to kids and put their milk money in my pocket
The life a drug pusher is a lonely tale
cuz if you fail, cuz you fell then you won't make bail
If you huslter and you true blue you don't keep static
Don't ask for Cassidy ask for that nigga Sin~A~Matic
(wats gud?)
V.I.G
Thats wassup Sin showing these fools how we do it. Ayo Jay holla at these motherfuckers!
Jay One
that's how it go dodgin the cops, bag rocks, pass rocks
ya boy got BRICKS but that don't mean i got a BAD SHOT
niggas hit me up on my chirp cuz this nigga got da purp
you niggas in da UNEMPLOYMENT LINE but i got plenty WORK
no snitchin is the rules that just some shit i don't do
i'm thinkin ya work is PARYLIZED cuz ya shit WON'T MOVE
RATS tryin to take a bite out of my CHEESE cuz i got stacks
but this big black mac what i use for a mufuckin RAT TRAP
niggas thinking im a BASKETBALL PLAYER cause im a SHOOTER
and this nigga got BRICKS more KEYS than a COMPUTER
if she look yo ho gettin ROBBED im gettin under her SKIRT
she know i move WORK but she still tryin ti give me a JOB
a BLOW JOB it's no job yall niggas ain't gettin dollars
but i got MONEY OUT THE ASS like i be SHITTIN dolars
im a real hustler the nigga who can sell niggas a dream
COKE and MONEY what i get,like the jets i got white and green
V.I.G
There you go Jay! Both you and Sin killed that shyt and now I'm gonna finish it off!
The fiends call me, the supplier man
Lil Wayne knows who's the real Fire Man
I control the white like reverse slavery
The whole damn strip was paved for me
Sell em in boxes call them Golden Grams
You aint dealing, I know you aint holdin fams
Pack em up real sweet to one point O's
And ya hoes know who rack up points wit O's
Move it all from rock to motherfuckin powder
The whole neighborhood shouting my name even louder
Especially when the only color I see is green
When the coke cooks up, no what I mean
My shit will get you high and ya money will make me fly
Better not stiff me for that Piff G or I'll make ya die
I bake the cake and I move the weight to make my plate
I look forward for my date with da jake when I kill em it's date rape
And thats it, its fuckin over! If you look at us negatively will ya know what? FUCK YOU! DISSORDERLY BITCH!