Good Dwellas (Pt. 2)

[Verse One: Phantasm] The Good Dwellas Still generating mad cash U.G., got the NYC on smash Call me Ted Dibiase I'm worth about a million man What's the plan, I stay Dapper like Dan Decked out in Helly Hansen Went to Panama and bought a mansion With a ranch and Now I ride on horses His and her Porsche's One a month I fly back out to meet with crime bosses Still gun trafficking and pushing keys The Tall Man's international, now I'm overseas Setting up shops, no more nickle and dime, jerk chicken shops Now we graduated to the Yachts And private helicopters and private doctors I'll erase ya Cause St. Ides chase my Vodka Niggas, living out they dreams through schemes My right hand man Tyheim still with my team So let's get deep Deep into the text Dwellas on the remix, UG show 'em how we flex [U.G.] I'm riding jet ski's in Hawaii The NYC is on lock Rocks and stones, brim Timbs and brims keep me dipped I whip speedboats on the shores of Puerto Rico I bought a black panther last week no More petty stick ups or running from the coppers Now I flash cash and fly my own helicopter Gotta castle in New England bringing in endangered species Two koala bears for this cheese Private jets, TV sets, inches in the 40's Shorties from Spain with the champagne in my domain Shirt still Guess Butter dipped with flavor Off goes the pager, it's Span it must be major He put in triple 3's that's the code of the CD's Took off the ski's and brushed the snow off my knees Up in the Catskills Mountains Taking lessons how to ski See we, take you on a journey yo [Hook] Mob hats, cigar fat, cars and cellulars It all comes together when you rolling with the Good Dwellas You need a Benz, the ends and the skins It all comes together when you rolling with the Good Dewllas [Verse Two: Phantasm] Meet me at JFK Coming back to the USA Destination: BK My son's missing Got snatched up while he was pissing on his trip fishing Now Papa Large is on a mission [U.G.] Yo My E.T.A. at J.F.K. was three M.P.V., jewelry like Mr. T Sipping Don P Waiting for my man to fly in Got two chicks, they both thick, light skin and one's Hawaiian [Phantasm] Target's back on the map, living like fat cat He runs with Funk Flex New alias is Big Kap [U.G.] Son I know that The show's at, The Mecca grab your tec's And a vest, it might get wild like the west [Phantasm] So we jumped in the N.S.X. and stashed the tec's Walked in and put the Polo in the coat check Bought some Moet Downed a bottle quick and bagged this model chick named Tamika Eureka, there he go By the speaker Tonight's the night, I got the bouncer on the right Build like Mike in infrared sight [U.G.] I'm sitting by the bar choking to bottles of Mo' Mo' for dolo Heavy like Slick Rick I bag this thick Asian chick name May Ling Her thing was dancing in bars in G-strings She peeped my rings, import me upstairs to V.I.P "What's your hobby?" "I teach karate boo for protection." Pushed her, cocked the weapon as Big Kap stepped in The door, "Get on the floor, nigga where's Ty at?" "He's in the back!" "Get up black." I untie the strap off his arm "Where's my pops?" I hear two shots clap Got grazed in the back, I turned around, busting at nothing Downstairs, I'm walking through the crowd bleeding slowly It's [?] homie I'm dizzy "Where is he?" "Ty's right here. Where's Big Kap? "He's in the trunk of the Ac' Let's go and throw his body off the Ferazano yo." [Hook]