Intro:
I'm devious you know, my hands are like mechanical you know, I get under people's trucks 'cause that's how I take everything you know, that's what I'm about you know I'm about, I'm lookin' for trouble
Chorus:
Supercoven moving them birds, got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve
My carving hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed
My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word
Verse 1:
Blow your face off, a 1000 G packs for thirty eight balls
My date from Argentina moves smack in dirty paintballs
Run in your crib like Malcolm Little, government issue
Tawana Brawley bags I'm off stage with six pistols
Schism and truth, sticking up bars like Blizz from Juice, get inspired, fifty boxes of kicks in the booth
Hawaiian Sophie's and Bally's got killers like Kim Fowley
Costa Rica Chiva and Poppy from killer Saudis
This is Speed Metal, Ricky Kasso holes like head cheese
Push a 68 Hemi you smelly on a Ross 10 speed
Blake Carrington with jetskis got torches of weed
I stay paid like K-Fed, got a porch fulla freeze
Chorus:
Supercoven moving them birds, got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve
My carving hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed
My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word
Verse 2:
The work's inflated, run up on fiends catch you for paper
Poppy seeds from Turkey she said the bags much greater
She liked to get off either paint rollers or a turkey baster
Church of Satan, Boar's Head to Western Beef
Rock Ayatollah robes the housing cop he gonna rest in peace
We play the horses, caught enough whales to fill the corpses
Kill extortions, got my enforcers and we're takin' offers
Lord Goat, stashing bricks up in surfboards
Pirellis and Springfield's gettin' ready for turf wars
Icey bags, Peggy Fleming, medicine trap heavy, raw dog Kat Dennings stacked
I hit 'em with the semi, leave his grill like Steve Buscemi, I'm too petty
Chorus x2:
Supercoven moving them birds, got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve
My carving hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed
My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word
Outro:
Security, security school to learn all about burglar alarms and things like that, that way I know when I come out on the streets, I can disconnect logs and take what I want and... in my future I think I'll be a professional thief
Jadakiss scratches: I still can't shake the Devil, I still can't escape the ghetto
Nas scratches: The rough life, it got me handcuffed
Jadakiss scratches: I still can't shake the Devil, I still can't escape the ghetto
Nas scratches: The rough life, got me handcuffed
Kool G Rap scratches: We do our thing, son