[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Grande in coffee, stove’s on dash
Thirty-eight in the glove box, rubber bands on cash
Shades over eyes, foot stay on the gas
Red light, green light, Hell’s Kitchen the eighth Ave
Straight up forty-deuce, the naked city slide past
Yeah, the meter runs a little fast, that’s a trick from the vets
Windows down on the cab, the cold keeps me awake
The street never sleeps, adjust the rearview
Watch him give head in the backseat
Side mirror, plain clothes on the creep
They more crooked than the hooker teeth
So long as the ticker’s running it’s all the same to me

[Verse 2: Priviledge]
My chest puffs up like the Tell Tale Heart does
Rap tap tap until the failsafe start up working, big ideas
Few persons, port authority formed a union more perfect
Descendants of slaves and indentured servants
Attenders the cave lazy Afghan purpose
Precisely preordained, pretty pricey
Dirty water dogs’ll cut some under the lights

[Verse 3: Lord Superb]
I’mma take you deeper through the deuce
From First Ave. to Tenth, they ain’t
Never sell nicks all they crack is timbs
Eighth Ave. had the hoes, Ninth Ave. had the pimps
N***as are women if you want
Have some man sucking your dick
They don’t just turn tricks out there, they do tricks
Lower East Side n***as’ll take your new kicks
Remember Union Square the muse, when the rule flicks
I had to feline the lotto, the truths kid
[Verse 4: Pastense]
A fifth of Jameson, a billy goat
42nd and Broadway, beating up bums
Cut the gondola for hooker
Break that bitch, [?] Ireland connection
Whitey Bulger put more guns in the kitchen
After slain hoes, flame goes coke searching
Who’s the real burglar, ain’t nobody searching further
The buck stops here, have no fear
NYPD is here, beat your ass
Talk loud and drink another beer

[Verse 5: Priviledge]
Mayan smack, game set past
Ride another seven til the train stop pass
More fastidious bastion the new thought
Art and violence, wild ale heart
Engineering science, subway maintenance
Avenue two stop, train pass racing
Streets stay wicked as a west side witch
Got the U.S. Open 46th and 5th
Flushing Meadows ten days before harvest
Forty blocks uptown in Harlem
Made it back to the theater all them
Stars take the curtain call, I’m pulling for them
[Verse 6: [?]]
Got a tool to your face cause I hardly ate
Trigger finger got a itch I can hardly shake
I’m like the great black [?] to your back
Watch your baby back ribs get [?]
Should have all these dudes sipping fon a forty and deuce
Pumping my last time, now my eyes full of enthusiasm
Pulling your spruce, get your hands raising the roof
Before this toolie make the brain there looking like soup

[Verse 7: Billy Woods]
Two for ones, two for ones, double your money
Double your fun, A.C. don’t give you these odds
Trust me, go down there, he get straight up robbed
A dollar a play, test your luck, come on folks
What else you gon’ do with the buck
Step right up, step right up, you sir
Eyes of a king, all you gotta do is watch that red queen
She’s your lady tonight, no offense to your beautiful wife
Al side bets to my protege, Young Twist
Follow that mistress, her heart’s taken for me
She can be your bitch, sorry no money back once it starts
Round and round she goes, round and round she goes
Where she stops nobody—(cops cops!)