BROOKLYN

[Verse 1: Ugly Frank] I got a handjob at the barber shop Look, Look I got a chip on my shoulder,choppa on my hip I got a new way to multiply the money quick I got another vendetta, you see that nigga You dead em Its easy nigga, he eatin I'm a hungry pig Merely starvin Kill em' softly or leave his body in parts of Leavin' never an option Don't grieve the dearly departed just leak em Black hammerhead shark Willie Beamen Brazilian goddess modeling gargling my semen Seen a couple niggas whose runnin' with heavy schemers So I had to kill em off quick Peelin' off when that drum hit Will em in that ambulance Thizzle Dance at the function Antidepressant and still I manage to function I told you niggas I run with A couple wolves and we takin' a couple pull From the blunt and we fuckin' running the jungle Juggle with your life and stuff all your cake in a duffle Double out my Sk8 Hi's Ammunition and gang signs Niggas fuck you over your bitches did at the same time Miss me with your problems you silly bitch cause it ain't mine Mobbin' down the kush with a 22 in my pocket That's 2200 dollars for 22 [?] Ridin' through it calmly I'm lobster tailing with pasta Stumblin' through your door with my bloody shoes on your carpet I'm labeled a fuckin' problem I'm young as fuck and I'm wilin I'm lurkin' by your garage Just keep quiet give me your wallet I'm gone [Verse 2: Khris P.] Like a Bed-Stuy legend, I run it Bet I wreck it and rummage, keep it coming My condolences to yo bitch, yeah (Drop that ass) Pussy plunder she push me until I pull up on all you niggas point blank period Time of the month, cunt (Sandlot) Catching bodies Hock loogies ain’t worth my snot I brought sand to the beach, what up to the Lot Miscreants, misdemeanors, Mickeys by the liter Throwing back like Mitchell & Ness, ain’t nothing creepy Cuz everywhere I go, it’s like TBS An eye on me, I-Double L F you to the rest Who watching me? Eyes out they shell Blew up to the set, pull em off and throw em cross the room so you can see what’s next My fault I’m thinking out loud, I be having these crazy visions, a crystal ball from the cloud It Was Written, Nastradamus, toking a pound of loud and it’s eerie, nobody listen and uh… look at me now, but uh… Back to your bitch, we were playing Twister, she very limber (She is) Limboed under my dick, kissing on my melons (Uh-huh?) Ignorant, everything we supposed to be Filthy rich nigga, everything we about to be Blowing money like it’s nothing, yeah nigga, fuck with me Counting cash, getting top, tool sitting under me I’m just a young nigga out'chere hustling, breaking into cash on the money tree, so fuck with me [Verse 3: Evergreenone]