Got Caught Dealin Part II
I got caught dealin, at the age of one-five
Had all my bitches stealin
Just tryin to survive
And it was business as usual if
One of mine had to die cause fuck that yo
I gotta make sure my dough multiply
Crimes I commit heinous
Y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch
Make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those
Marked money we tore those
My whole team channelin coke
Through urban portholes
You livin like mere mortals
Your block's foreclosed
We forty deep on in the street
And fuckin your hoes
Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit
Claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside
Baby it's on
Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we bombin it
Stuck in the pen? Walk the shit in
Kamikaze it
Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker do
Twenty inch chrome shit
Who must I say to you
Watch what your lady do
We stoned the fuck out
Not just your car nigga, chrome ya truck out
Calico plastic, twin to match it
Ice white like some Star Wars space gun
Though, that ain't how they come
My friend make 'em
Sleek wit 'em like in LA nigga
Love is Daytons
They talk shit you nigga where
It hit's the procedure
I got rats that miss the sight of food
Quick to swiss cheese ya
Actually they want the cheeba I'm
The owner and leader
Yo my clip's my bitch, I own her and beat her
Huh, shit, dick missile tomahawk
One thing I love is sex
Discussions and armor talk
Who got all the CEOs disputin?
And my Clipse niggas fussin and shootin?
Yo, it's that same nigga
It was make money money
Take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money what?
Make money money take money money money
You ain't never seen it like this
Ices this priceless, pullin heist-es
One wrong move, they lifeless
Thug shit, bullets and clips and pwice this
Where I come from niggas shoot guns and dices
What the price is
Scratch that we don't ask that
We blast that gat in yo mouth
Where the cash at? That's how I roll
Drugs get sold but never hold shit
Malice face two-five to life
But never told shit
It's like that, love for my clique
Go ahead and light that
When shorty lick with no handjob
And never bite that day in the life
Ain't nothin nice how I hit 'em up
Hands high get 'em up, cash tried lit 'em up
Regret that? Countin my stack I
Had to wet that
Hog tied, telephone cords, speak to the lord
And while the cops untyin' you
My whole team eyein' you
Cause even if you talk in your
Sleep my heat fryin' you