Track 11

[Verse 1] I told 'em I'm running the game and I meant it Superman in the booth, I Clark Kent it If it ain't about money I can't sense it Remember me shotting the cats, the park bench shift The park bench shit, tense shit, nigga the guns are expensive Squeeze off, one of you punks in intensive Talk about wetting the scene up, I drenched it I'm back on that Fem shit, I'm ready to clap the Mac 10 shit Don't get me back on that Spend shit I watch from out of this world, the Ben 10 shit I don't come from a happy house I get it cracking when I roll with the Maccy out You better know when you back it out Squeeze off 'cos I'm gonna let the Maccy shout Shit's mad risky, so when I hit the club I got the mag with me Yeah I brought the suttin' in the cab with me 'cos a nigga might be buzzing and be mad tipsy Mean mugging in the back with C You can buy knuckles with the cartridge B Kick back a little R&B, chicks want a picture 'cos I'm an artist D But back to the bargaining beat To the dope heads who's ears where the bargains be SN1 hat, talking the hardest tee Getting money with my Walk in the Park CD These niggas far from street They ain't rap stars, these niggas R&B Yeah they went and let an arsonist free Had a bag of straps and nigga mastered heat