it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist that made me write this
 a slight twist of lime rhyme
 be chasin down your primetime
 foos for thouught we rather mind wine
 the Don Juan features the freak shit
 my thesis on how we creep with
 fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
 it's mandatory...see that pussy  they hand it to me
 I got no game  it's just some bitches understand my story
 there ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me
 my gator brand is Maurry
 walking through rough land before me
 where the snakes put a smile on their face
 hoping and praying i'm stuck
 scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
 player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages
 winking at some females cops with cocked gages
 really it's paper I'm addicted to
 wasn't for rap then I'd sticking you
 that mack inside the triple goose
 face down on the floors, the routine
 don't want hear nobody blow steam
 just cream or it's a smoke screen
 imagine that-- that's why I hardly kick the bragging rap
 I zone to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant

 chorus:
 watch dem niggas that be close to you
 and make sure they do what they're suppose to do
 cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
 never personal nowadays, it's the way

 now how can I perfect this living reckless
 die for my necklace
 crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish
 jettin, checkin my message on a speaker
 bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer
 ten g's, gun and my VISA
 cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt
 no selt belt drinking and thinking
 my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened
 my movado says seven, the god hour,
 that's if you follow traditions,
 started by the school not far from the Apollo
 my fuck tommorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo
 Escobar the desperado--word to cus D'Amato

 chorus

 unplugged shit, a thug itself hit sucker for love shit
 seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it
 dumb quick, chasin my dick
 made a bum bitch rich, stale fish
 heard she naked in jail flicks
 mamacita black widow turned to be back seater
 satin pillow a pimpstress and willow
 cooking my blow head slow ice swelling
 dishonor the grain--I had to split in my circumference
 be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith
 I'm clever--my mama told me take cheddar
 by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better
 rock a iron sweater under soft leather
 harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together
 wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division
 hundred is missing every time they do a frisking
 all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken
 I'm out to be captured with no restriction