Protect Your Neckline

歌詞

Uh. That's right. Uh. I'm goin all the way to the top Fa sho nigga. (Verse 1) This is a routine 2-11 play your role juss cooperate, help us reach this short term goal our fate lies in your safe clerk, please unlock it Nyquill, won't help us sleep another night, wit an empty pocket losin my marbles, Lord please stop it once upon a crime I Flow-9 to make a profit and one day did ya think a trip to be a fade would get me a maid moppin marble floors in Monteray betray me, degrade me we'll see what happens you sit, you won't survive my reactions I profit from the passion from bakin halfs an quarters Fed Ex'ed to my cornas from across the border, uh Is it a Datsun or Toyota? My get away car stay far from my Jona I'm solid two soldier my troops they dyin sad Timbo boots go oops upside yo head first the slang in the rap game became my second language groom the truth wit the triumph an anguish mutha fuckas take they best shot but they miss me playa hatas hide on steps so they can trip me. (Chorus x2: B.A.) Don't be afriad boy, it's too late it's, rilla than rhymes I thought I told ya boy it's check out time you wanted Rame to shine ya neckline is all mine (all mine) this time again we play to win guilty as sin. (Verse 2) They got the weed spots scoldin hot in the discrepency weaponry calls the shots (the shots) you underestimate ya doom get served proper rusted brass knuckles in my highschool locker laced wit sacred fundamentals of connivin strapped under the seat of every vehicle I ride in witness me watch me break the monotany real niggas shall prevail we do the ridin G sacrifice my flesh wit Satin before you kill me spread my blood over wax let the world feel me Got a dubb of dope? Nope, I got a dime though good an bad playas, tug-a-war wit my mind flow I'm sick an tired of bein sick an tired the white coffee on the dash for the sake I fold the cash loot I be the last recuite in the M.O.B. wise guys wit them nice ties can ya feel me? (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) We got the block locked it's all official show up in Ginzu shot calla potential 4 deep in the rental accelerate smash the gas the story's often told as ficticious I started from half a jack to accumulate my soul wit riches look how we livin everyday is Thanksgiving achievement for what I believed in we all grinnin no offerin juss straight up chillin we all kin this life of sin what ever the cost is of quittin until I'm finished my goal is set til the day it was mentioned like Christ is written it's documented this one nation under the Mobb invincible this shit is critical kill off like a chemical wit every syllabl can't violate, sinilate mics adaption peep my reaction we livin life right this life is satisfaction myself seein the light so where I wanna be my heart covered in gold smuther me in all the bubbly if now she goes til then it's on a weed addict searchin for pleasure my graduation was the placement on your radio station realistic my songs solidify wit your soul the Gin an Mystic keep me tipsy when I'm ridin a Rolls wit all control fluxuate my talent wit gallons you playa hatas want me out, place ya ballots. (ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots, ballots) (Chorus x2)