Bitches and Drugs

These days a lot of niggas is wack All I hear is who gonna bring New York back The south is this the south is that Slinging crack in the white tee in the trap Sippin patron and yak Ringo hit me up on the jack And said man spit that spat And leave that chicken scratch for frick and frack Guru told me slow up the flow Cause science and metaphors will slow up the dough so here we go Gs up hoes down If rap was like blacks in the sixties, I'm a white cop in riot gear ready to hose down Memo to all I'm settin you hoes down I'll spray a sick round on any sick clown who wanna get down From Nueva York to Chi-town Comprende, wack rappers bow when they in the presence of the sensei The flow is, muy caliente Jaydolf spitler, rap hitler One man militia Burnin niggas live with the scripture The sound waves shake the dead in they graves Pro tools'll import the session from the richter No wonder I'm the victor If a thousand words is equivalent to a picture Then welcome to the cinema Shot of wheat grass in the enema Who wanna style war with the emperor?