What it be like?

Verse 1: Dice
I'm hoppin' fences
Beatin' bitches with wrenches
Who trust us? Fuck
I'm doin' walk-bys on crutches
Reminder, stickin' up n***as for Pathfinders
So finders-keepers
I'm blowin' up shit like beepers
They say "Who raised us?"
Hittin' up n***as with tazers
Slittin' throats with razors
Stealin' sounds out of Blazers
No foul-ups, trips or blunders
I run bitches like numbers (LIAR)
I used to get high with Richard Pryor
And Todd Bridges
Live my life on the fringes
It's all about money
No time for bein' religious
Who's gonna stop me?
Not a skinhead or a Nazi
And when I die please don't perform an autopsy
Just run, n***a, run, n***a you better be gone
Or you will be found dead in your '95 Yukon
It's just the Dice, the master of rhymin'
And even though she's dead I wanna fuck Phyllis Hyman
What it be like?

Verse 2: Razzaq
Bitches on my block still smokin' rocks
Pocket full of money and a condom box
Nominated to be be the most fucked up
N***a when intoxicated
My E.A.R.T.H. weigh six sextillion tons
A unit followed by 21 cyphers
N***as say I'm the illest fuck the ???
My n***as doin ride-bys on mountain bikes
Shippin' marijuana to Madison Heights
The pervert drivin' a stolen Corvette convert
Chillin on Belle Isle 'cause I like to flirt
What you thought, n***a?
Your boy got shot, it ain't my fault
N***as tryin' to think of ways to get paid much quicker
Phone's ringin'
N***a in jail started singin'
Songs that don't belong in his mouth
We had a car full of n***as so we threw 'em out
He had a head full of brains so we blew 'em out
Insane, leavin' blood stains in your Mustang
Top down tryin' to rinse the shit out with the rain
Civilized, though I'm not out sellin pies
Chillin' in McDonalds eatin' old french fries