[DJ On Point:] Brand new shit from Cig...We call this one Next in Line

[Cig:] Yo Dolla Bills, they hatin' on me man, but they envy the kid, I can see

it in they eyes...Ghostown man, C-I-G, so I gotta let em' know...lemme talk

to em' real quick man

[DJ On Point:] Shout out to the whole G's up T's down street team... Lets go!



[Cig:]

Cig's next in line, call it a take over

Buck fitty face lift, call it a make over

Cig's the future, these fakes are over

Cause real raps here, tell em' the break's over

I chug jugs at pubs, cop the dice that pass

Plug scrubs with snubs, pop the dice that pass

Ride out on fake thugs, see the trouble flair

When Cig's been killin' clubs since Doug and Double Dare

Ask around and they'll tell you who's flyer

Look, Cig's gutter and his flow's pure fire

Admire, I'm made out of 10 girls desires

One's family and one's a damn liar

The hood won't respect these local frauds

I'll put the tech straight to their vocal chords

I'll leave your shirt the color of Mountain Dew Code Red

I'm swervin' lanes on the Boulevard, catchin' road head, yeah!



[Chorus:]

Outside a storm is brewing (Yeah!) I can hear the sound (Come on, Come on!)

And inside my heart is beating out loud (You can't fuck with me cause I'm

next in line, no!)



Outside a storm is brewing (Yeah!) I can hear the sound (Come on, Come on!)

And inside my heart is beating out loud (You can't fuck with me cause I'm

next in line, no!)



[Cig:]

You got a lot of nerve to claim you're merkin' me

I get head on first dates, ain't a bitch jerkin' me

Lookin' in the mirror you ought to feel lucky

It don't crack in half, or laugh cause you're ugly

Your team is garbage, you're never seein' me

I'll use your CD as a fuckin' Frisbee

And that's the only way you're gettin' air play

I get more head then priests on Ash Wednesday

We got clips that'll smother your vest

That'll go through you and out your brothers chest

My clips are the truth, they ain't hard to digest

I'm next in line, top 10 at best

A black eye got you wearin' shades

My crew packs blades that'll shape up your fades

I'm makin' hits, and lookin to get played

And bangin' different chicks like I'm lookin' for AIDS, holla!



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

Cig the kid's raw, I ain't got no flaws

In the South Shore, my outlaws are breakin' laws

Broads wanna take a piece out of me like Jaws

Chicks wanna sit on my lap like I'm Santa Clause

We're breakin' jaws, and we're takin' yours

Why clap you when I could give you rounds of applause?

Either pullin' on scores, or pullin' in whores

Leavin' broads in nothin' but Victoria's draws

This kids getting more head then clogged pores

I stop at red lights, but the rims won't pause

These cats are pussy, won't exchange their paws

They know the G Town cause, armed and ready for war

All eyes on the kid when I stroll through doors

My 4's startin' draws under my velour's

Y'all talk but stay strapless like push up bras

You wanted beef? now you eat your meals through straws, faggot!



[Chorus]