[Verse 1]
I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman
Cuz while I smoke this up, I got !@%!e to cut

Leavin ^!$$%s so doped up, they chokin off they throw up
Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8
^!$$% call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in

A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in
I run with ^!$$%s on the run from 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray %#@! up

Keep braggin about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
When I roll up hard, you wonder what the $#&@ cab I'm in
Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps

With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose
I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out
Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth

Leave a ^!$$% head blowin his horn, with his signals on
Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks
See I spit hard cuz I know that's what y'all want

Y'all aint said it first, I'm droppin with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back

Like I'm fishtailin a Ac
And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
But ^!$$% don't compare, stop talkin and come here

You know where I be at, BX and ^!$$% bring that
I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine ^!$$%


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Ruff Ryder ^!$$%, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground

Drag dash On the fire is real
We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel
You don't sound like us, get down like us

Make a ^!$$% mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Til I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine


[Verse 2]
I don't sound close to ^!$$%s, ^!$$%s runnin around

Rollercoasting ^!$$%s, I make post of ^!$$%s
When I put the toast to ^!$$%s
Let me see y'all ^!$$%s run, cuz when I tote float ^!$$%s

And deep throat ^!$$%s
Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why ^!$$%s rush the border

They dont plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em
To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs

$#&@in with thugs, cuttin ^!$$%s up just out of love
Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw!
I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars

So $#&@ y'all cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks
Last ^!$$% touched that couldn't get his skin back

Came in in all white, left out in all black
When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it's clock time

You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells
Pick em up, throw em right at myself

Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike


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