Eyes on the prize, ash turns to justice Got a down bitch, hit a lick on the Cutlass Yeah my last chick was a trick for the substance And now I'm stacking brick after brick of abundance The chain hang fully Step to a lame, not the chain gang bully On the mic, I'm Sully (On the mic, I'm Sully) And you best act right, 'cause I might get gully Click-clack pow, you better run now Bullets hit your body and your body hits the ground Simple mathematics, easy calculation The only place you're safe is the cell at the station (Cell at the station) Yes, you know I put the might on And if you push my buttons, then I'm quick to turn the fight on I'm ruckus, see it come true, bullets fly to cut you Rob you off the beat and leave you screaming yelling Fuck you Rob you off the beat and leave you screaming yelling Fuck you Burn hot on the cuts like firewater Wildin' in the booth just to get you niggas trying harder Easy catch, while I pull into ya town rich You niggas getting jelly letting secrets off in Crown Vics I was never one to let the Ruger pop off But stick ya fuckin' forehead in my busi' blow ya top off I'll steal ya fuckin' knock-offs (Gimme that!) And keep my real stones in a safe Then proceed to use ya rocks to bust the lock off It won't work 'Cause real diamonds don't bust Like a nigga with no nuts, and no dick (Damn) I second guess every word he say, 'cause at the end of the day Everybody know you never supposed to trust no bitch (Who) Testing is the muthafuckin' mic on I flip the script and turn the muthafucking lights off Testing is the muthafuckin' mic on I flip the script and turn the muthafucking lights off