(feat. Hugh Hef, U-God)



[U-God:]

Shootouts, suicide car chases

Pulling loot out, bulletproof Scarfaces

Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe

Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places

With dark faces, escaped on bail

My souls in the street, police on the coat tails

Oh well, got a bitch named Gail

She look so good, her tail is for sale

Before L's fell, she scrambled the reefer

My foot so far in her ass, she can taste my sneaker

I pop champagne, like every day was Easter

Better, check that bitch, before I beast her

Tally the dough, slice the pizza

Despite the features, I hold a player's crown

I step in your town, snake skin down

Let off a round, check it how it sounds



[Chorus: Inspectah Deck (all)]

Statepens ain't part of the plan

Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that, fam)

The pops life, but it's only for fam

A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man)

It's real life, I got blood on my hands

And make the product expand (I can handle that, fam)

Yo, fuck scrams, try'nna front on my Clan

It'll only take a grand (just to handle that, man)



[Inspectah Deck:]

Yo, bottles pop, llamas and glocks, kamikaze cops

Pop shots off of dollars and blocks, it's the

Regular regular, honor my spot

Whether flips, rubber gribs, top shotter stay hot

Swallowin' shots of Henn' rock, got the shit locked

Whether, gators and crocs, widebodies'll drop

Model bitch got vicked, never promised the rock

I'm a live one, that's why honey holla for pop

Hustle man, I ain't try'nna make a collar for cops

Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop

Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot

Chameleon through the streets, cuz they watchin' my ops

Full sign with the grind, get it started off top

Well known, still home, and your out of the box

Record day, with the thirty eight, dodgin' the NARC's

Hood to hood with the gangstas, I'm watchin' the plots



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[Hugh Hef:]

You ain't never been a hustler, why you try'nna act like one now

You front clown, you can get twisted like uptown's

Heard about your record, you're butt, clown

On the Island, deaded on your bogey, how you can't get a bus down?

Never heard of you, like a pump pound

Call me "Buckshot", believe me, everybody gon' "Duck Down"

Catch you while you postin' your pedestool, family so broke

When I clap, your mom can't even bet with you

Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight

And you running with "knicks" like Marbury do

I ain't try'nna cop the Chevy, shit, I'd rather

Leave this pussy nigga bleeding like I popped his cherry

When I come through the block, they leary

Shit, I got this nigga standing with dogs like the cops at the Ferry

Pray to God that my hammer don't jam, Wu-Tang be the Clan

Understand, I can handle it man, yeah



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