, sky high Sky high, sky high, sky high, sky high, sky high Now who done stepped in, the nigga B-I-G the secret weapon boi Slicka than black ice throwin' these
one here man, gon' be so beautiful I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? [Verse 1] Now, who the fuck cars for days
operated Playing the beats for all my people incarcerated We stay in the streets and find new ways to eat Crime wave, I remember wetting my feet In my blind days, now these
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos
The jar would send her husband back 20 dollars! Maybe this pretty little lady would get some of that famous Roxie style. It seems everybody these days
rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life I philosophies about glocks and keys Niggaz call me young black
we got the guns pumpin' jumps out the back of a deli Really, these chumps gettin' slummed on the daily Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are
a half Two, two and a half Three, three and a half Uh, yeah I'm like fries in a skillet, much too hot to hold I'm strong and I'm handsome and black
I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges Taxin' businessmen for stocks over lunches Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort Enough keys
Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort Enough keys
'm all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate
they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll
I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. People kill me these days. There's keys in their eyes
black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love You know these
agree Don't you agree? And John Brion on the keys right now And Warren Cambele on the keys right now So they asked me, why you call it late registration man? 'Cause we taking these
me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these
with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, y'all niggaz might blow Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cashville, Tennekee nigga Gettin them ten of keys
