Coke Spot Ceiling

[Intro: Hue Hefna] Uh-huh, yeah, Hue Hefna Caniven, Shyheim I see you, nigga Staten Island, joop, Staten Island [Hue Hefna] Pow, what a runner up, pow, with ya gunners up Gun jammed, when he shoot, it sound like a muffler Whole block covered up, nigga, what's the verdict? Can my lawyer know statments, couple thou' for the cover up Hue Hef, baby, make these ladies get they buns up I'm somewhat superfly, pimping got my funds up Gotta be the cane or the Jag Like "Listen, chick, I'm the shit, just sit, like a lot of meat bags" I hit the strip, for the flip, got Monopoly bags Now listen, prick, so sick, you still copping them halves Long dick, just lips, no cock in the ass Ya baby mama, still popping that ass, but that's different story Get the picture for me, make you visit pergatory Workers'll be working for me, but that's a different story They cock-blocking my fetti I kill the streets cuz I ain't trying to do Life like Martin and Eddie, nigga [Caniven] Damn, it feel good to come up, rip big eighths Every other day, I get off at half a K Cambridge niggas say I remind 'em of J How I'm stuck in my hustling ways Everything custom-made cuz customers pay I ain't sell to a fiend in a whole year Anything nickel, got my work, is out there Either, under his building, or O.T. building Stamp my dope Toyota, oh what a feeling Flow gritty like the, coke spot ceiling My how I've grown, I talk greezy, like the wall, that's in back of the stove I'm a pimp and a hustler, what's fucking with that? Use a throne as a slingshot, picture my crack The outfits so hot, I could leave it on the corner With numbers 'ttached to it and the bitches gon' call us I'm always in my kitchen, cooking something I cook so much, they call me stove top stuffing My whole hood real, we give dap with the right boot Everything's direct, see my hands don't move [Shyheim] Ghetto philosophy, that's what I write Shit's been fucked up, I ain't lucked up my whole life So I eat off the street, just like possums do Niggas watch my moves and say "Ooh" like I'm shooting hoops Call me M-16 Shyheim, I cut more niggas than a coach of a basketball team Enemy, all sexy see-through lace Short pussy, you should walk with a thong on ya face I don't play games, I make niggas ashes in a vase Nowadays, niggas wanna Malcolm X me on the stage Let's blaze like haze, but I read and comprehend like words on a page I don't play [IMF Blue Steele] I break jaws, take phones up off of the waist When I draw, I make sure it all hit ya face I ate more, since that cake came up off of ya plate Now all I need is my ice and cream, and I don't like gleam But I still look nice in rings, watches and bracelets Look, watches The Matrix When I falls in the air, you gon' pause in the air Alley oop, nigga, catch 'em all in the air Now re-coup, niggas, catching all of the air Flying past your way, flying past your pit "That ain't my girl", ya lying, nigga, cuz that's yo' chick I grabbed that quick, switchblade on yo' ass Soon that Mag'll go click-click-bang on ya ass Cuz I move, slow, with the poked out gat Cuz you know, po-po know where it go down at When I throw, I leave four inside that broke down Ac And now you acting like you don't know that I bet you won't go back to that block, where I stopped and hit up Popped ya whip up, pop holes in ya Aqua VW Nigga, do you really understand? Hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes or volcanoes Couldn't match my destruction, I clap by the dozen The clip, spits, when it's attached to the oven Get trapped in the dungeons where the snakes just play... haha...