[Prakazrel "Pras": One Verse]

Is this fuckin' mic on or what?

Yeah...

In a daze, I walk for miles like Isaac Hayes

Run relays where your team gets delayed

She keep a magnum by the ashtray

When Pras come to visit with John Forte' !

Dining out, in a five star cuisine

Stretch, double R invisible limousine

Riding down your block never to be seen

The supreme dream team is a money machine

You a fiend, I'm a king

Watch me, do my thing

Money like DeNiro

The squad's sub-zero

You chicken parmesan hero eatin' while I'm winning

I've been living, my team's stealing, you're still wishing

Still bitching, still fishing, still snitching!

Penny pinching, having meetings in your kitchen

Send my man shotty, clips to your body

Jewels from Liberace, partin like Dolly (Parton)

HA-AH! AH-HA! AH-HA!  AH-HA!

Yo, Yo, Check it!

I dedicate this piece to my peeps who roam the streets

God bless their soul, may they each rest in peace

There's those who finance and those who choose to lease

Whatever suits you, whether on a term of your lease

Different strokes for different folks, GOD!

I refuse to going back to being broke, LORD!

He got struck with lightning he got hit, HARD!

Faces twenty like two maximum

His whole life was scarred!

The Preacher's Son and I, came off the Santa Maria

Ten case amount of, then caught the diarrhea

Whole load of Refugees on the aircraft carrier

Some say Dirty Cash?  We never heard of ya

You never heard of me?  Yeah, well check your Billboard, yeah, you'll see!

From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy

All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!

Illegal aliens, them all run invasions

Broadcasting all over your radio stations 

Mathematics, lead me to believe

there's mysteries in numbers

Lightning and thunder

Enough, ribbons in the sky 

To make Stevie Wonder

and man it works, to say I come from down under 

The wiz kid got no ride

You frontin' at the bar 

You ain't a star

You rolled up in somebody else's car 

You know the deal!  BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your

Timberland was talkin'! 



[Pras: Outro]

What?!  Ha Ha!  Ha Ha Ha!!

Yo, Skribble man this is some bugged out freestyle!  For the Nine-Seven!

This is Dirty Cash, Pras, and I'm out!

Yo, man thanks for lettin' me be on here yo, you know what I'm sayin'?

Pick up The Car---!

Pick up The---!

Pick up The---!

Pick up The---!

Pick up The Carnival y'all!  Pick up The Carnival