Ish:
 Don't give me your swing
 I got mines and that's the thing
 Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
 Geechie:
 Don't give me your swing
 I got mine and that's the thing
 Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring
 Verse One: Geechie Suede
 Now for the grab the stash(?)
 To the alley Varner(?) any splash
 Tryin not to crash
 Swervin got the la la on the dash
 Getting bent up in the armored truck
 stuck him for his glam
 shit is candy yams
 Now we movin on the ancient mans(?)
 They using psycho vision
 For the Valentino Gorabani(?)
 Fuck Armani Butter
 We above these climbs
 Hiest the harbours
 Word to godfathers getting bleed
 Chasing on (?) down to Venice
 Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
 Thats how it was cus
 Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
 Its all gun and poses
 on a bed of roses gettin shugged
 wrap him in a rug
 leave him on the roof till he stink
 Hit the pool-hall
 Fled the calico and watch him blink
 Movin on Picaso
 Painting my portraits and condos
 Cuz when the Lo blows
 Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)
 Ish:
 Don't give me your swing
 I got mines and that's the thing
 Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
 Geechie:
 Don't give me your swing
 I got mine and that's the thing
 Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
 Verse Two: Ish
 (check this)
 I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers
 Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying
 I play my cards shark style, kings and aces
 Welcome to New York the illest of all places
 I never bleed even through this plaza of greed
 You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world
 Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)
 I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl
 The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science
 We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style
 The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile
 My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish
 Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish
 Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame
 your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow
 you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer
 My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter
 Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter
 Them clown kids you dealt never belt
 I came around swift and got felt
 That champagne brand name style got melt
 My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
 thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)
 Yo yo, Dont give me your swing
 I got mines and thats the thing
 Its not your swing
 Its mines and thats the thing
 So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
 All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings