I been fly since the Big Bossman feud with the Mountie

Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile, know the proper style

Curtis Martin run the rock in for the jets yo

I would watch my older cousins makin' profits on the steps, made my mind up

Never see me hustlin' for Honda's, Eyes are on the Zonda, eyes low from puffin ganja

My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama, sip the green tea

Polish off the metal cause we men of honor

You see the P, left side of the Cardigan sweaty

Well now you know that I'm a rocker like Marty Jannetty

The low shit, kill the pussy with the whole dick

Slick it in the oil on the marble with the flow shit

Hard bottoms cat's be clickin' like the horses do

We just dime, but I'm down to take a Porsche or two

Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks

Shave the points off the game call it Blue chips

This ain't Shaq an penny action squeeze the Mac elevy

Tsunami lyric from the inner corner crack the levy

Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair the salmon with the dill right

Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight

My life is inches from death I blow the piff on the step

Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap, plus the suede feet

Play the street, hear the music of the city lights flashin

With high fashion and some nice titties

Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin

Angry mothers cuff there children when they walk in the buildin'

We stand tall, like the great wall i'll never fall

Disobey the law, summer spring and fall don't forget the winter

Before splinterin the turtles, rock the lightweight

Lo' jacket with the man, hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal

Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil, seven platters on the table

Dutch's filled up with herbal, grow accustom to the fast life

Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now they flick the picture

Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens though heavy on the C-note

Ricky Steamboat one love Bronsolinio