Lyrics

*VERSE 1*
You know who the best be, N-A-S-T
-Y respect the guy or them Techs'll fly
I ain't saying I'm the best that ever did it
but God Damn, when I spit it you can tell that I live it
My days were short nights was long
Man, I hate reminising, but shit, it sound good in a song
Like, the first legal car I owned, was a Lex
Paid in Full all cash no loan or checks
who am I boning next, everyday question
plans to get money thats an everyday lesson
and I learned it well, hurting the scale
I was that young out of towner, hurting your sales
and you can talk your front, you ain't harming me
when I pop the trunk, the car turn into an armory
you thought I was sweet, you overlooked the weapons
now lets see how you look with some cooked intestines

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What you gone do,
when I come
through your hood
and I'm looking for you, Not a damn thing
(repeat 4x)

*VERSE 2*
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
gats I bust, especially if my cash you touch
In this world I clutch, Baretta Nina or Roscoe
pop slow windows halfway on the Tahoe
5-0, ain't an issue, my doughs official
Man, I'll pay them hoes not to miss you
Yeah, You nothing in my hood, never have been never will be
till they kill me, so chill B
man the feel me, block to block, ghetto to ghetto
I'm bad like a dime bitch rocking stilettos
Who gone stop me, Philly's own young black Rocky
I'll put the gun in your hands and you still can't pop me
You scared to death you scared to look, man you shook
I can't even call you a halfway crook
got cash for days, check my books
I known for the cut of the yay respect my cook

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*VERSE 3*
Real talk, all yall niggas is real talk
I don't yap my gums, I clap my guns
I retract my funds if it ain't "for sure" money
you tax your funds, by giving you whore money
even if I'm cutting, she ain't getting a cut
cause Nate, might get a fuck, but he ain't, giving a fuck
If I give a bitch a buck, it's a shot to the head
cause I don't descriminate when it comes to the lead
or my bread, male or female it don't matter
if the mother fucker human, I'm aiming at his blatter
Nasty's the name nigga, who want what
man, ain't shit change but the rims on my truck
keep your gems on the tuck, when we ride pass
ride fast, like we got our feet lodged to the gas
man we dodging your ass, if you hang with the jakes
Lion's Den, we back like some raging apes.

*CHORUS*