[Verse: Billy Bathgate]
Look...
I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks
I robbed for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps
It's Gates, dog
A little introduction to me
Crack's D unto himself
Who else fuckin with me?
Who got the shit in a chokehold?
Who gettin that powder?
Who got the candy red 'Pala
Sittin with M. Holla?
Its real life and I ain't got to act in a flick
Or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a bitch
Young'n...
I like the 5, but feel right in the 6
Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch
Shit, I drink Belvey, Henny, and Cris
In the hood they call me can't-get-right
But I can get right
It ain't a ho in harlem that can't get piped
Or any five boroughs
My 9 semi starts trouble
I want y'all to act up
Go head and play dumb
Billy Bathgates my name, huh
N***a, I shot ya
[Outro: DJ Clue]
(Yeah...DJ Clue...Desert Storm...fat shout:
My n***a Just Blaze, Enigma, word up)