(feat. Maze, Mussolini, Noreaga)



[Verse 1: Noreaga]

We thugged out, outta state on some city shit

keepin' it real while ya'll niggas on some pretty shit

what the dealy wit' you know I only smoke a Philly wit' famalama

I got a bitch in Atlanta

and everytime I fuck her yo it's on camera

and I'm the freak type

get head then lay meat right

ya'll niggas burn bridges, I could've had ya'll tight

yo, I spit this

tellin' ya'll to live with this

I could've had you in the bank

now you lost your rank

you gotta blame only yourself, yourself to think

yo, you know me

I hate to have to do it Homey

we used to be cool, now it's like you don't know me

all that jealousy shit 

new enemy shit

had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk.



[Verse 2: E-Money Bags]

Money Bags, the mafioso type

gun holster, stripes be goin' down niggas backs

lungs collapse when I be strapped

Escobar's my witness

espionage, addictions

got me ready to pop shit up on highways, break my peoples out the

prisons

inflictin' predictions

supervision, foreshadowed wisdom

'cause when the cards roll Ladies seem forbidden

children of the corners

get it on like in the early Morn

the rooster horn

I used to have a bitch to boost upon Macy's

Crazy Stacy, laced me in Baisley

silk robe Paisley, talkin' 'bout she want a Baby

thug or Don

I bug upon slug-a-thon's

we shrug our arms and struggle on

trials and tribulations

maintain through situations.



[Verse 3: Maze]

This is just a page of the individual Maze

the new escapades, smooth but still explosive like a grenade

I reign officially, livin' the risky life

tipsy all night

jewels swingin', exhale from my windpipe

the game of life's like spades

first, niggas move forward just to reverse

still I'm in it, penin' it, it hurts worse

my niggas locked like there's a curse on the block

but live and direct

pocketin' loot for future prospects.



[Verse 4: Mussolini]

It's been like this for decades now, foul

since a child, all into crack valves

and cats that spent Thou's

the richer ones hardly play the streets now

catch 'em in the latest BM with the top down

I fiend for scratch

half of my team did that

got my first pack, started hustlin' crack

it didn't seem like there's was nothin' left to do

so I blew, copped out on one-five-two

yo, niggas is slidin' through

keep the God jewel

'cause the feelin' only comes in the need of healin'

thats when the heat's not concealin'

then it be a whole 'lot of cap peelin'

a whole 'lot of runnin' children

a whole 'lot of squealin'

but it still can't stop the cash from buildin'

and a bitch thats willin' to give head

leave they legs spread 

no matter if diesel in the bed. 



[Verse 5: Diesel]

If there wasn't all these cats puttin' shit on my name

I'd probably be somewhere outta town puttin' shit in the game

for fame many cats be forgettin' where they came

real niggas blaze shots put holes in your frame

if you didn't know the game you should've left it alone

instead of playa hatin' me 'cause I'm ridin' on chrome

my stones make your bitch wanna leave home

even hang up the phone like her spot just got blown

be for real

do you really think we don't keep steel?

for them frontin' ass niggas tryin' to get they caps peeled