From here on nothin goes down unless I'm involved No black Jack no dope deals no nothing A nickel bag is sold in the park, I want in You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street It's my turn. While my shoes been getting scuffed and muddy from the dirt I been doin And my dick is stank and raw from the chassis that I been ruinin' Wreckin Only thing smoov-e lacks is hoe protection Yo lame-o tapes be doin all the same gettin labeled rejected They weak, like triple deep, talkin bout shit u ain't never done. While I spit this real script bout to touch yo sisters tounge lungs sprung off the rope tossed while grippin the love handles I say fuck David in tough while getting me caught like credit scandals You snitches become predictable like like a life from rhyme London I passed