Bally Shoe

[Verse 1: Psycho Les] It's that shit, it's that hardcore shit Who is it, it's the second hand record man Blowin' smoke in your face, you catchin' second hand Make you choke off the toke like a bowtie I smoke the hash every day, look I'm so high Alchemist chop the beat like, Oh my We got another hit straight out the goldmine In New York I make a phone call and go get it In California I just walk up in the fuckin' clinic And get medicated, smoke a blunt and start meditating Criss Angel levitating, I'm dedicating This to all beat diggers and groupies that sleep with us After the show, peace bitches Grab the Henny, we goin' back to the telly I'ma urine on your face and take a crap on your belly And do the R. Kelly, now take a shower ho It's too powerful [Verse 2: Fargo] You know how it is, when you're walkin' down the corner Kickin' it on maron doner, streets is hotter than a sauna Don't matter if you in New York or California It's all about making that payola And if you try to stunt we're gonna run up on ya on some Dirty Harry shit You try to pull a fast one, fuck around hold your fam for ransom Smash you in your face with a .44 Magnum To all the fake cats try'na hate, cocksuckers bragging like they got that cake You ain't an OG from the old school, bitch nigga broke the number one rule Fuckin' wit' jakes, yapping away, dropping jewels Now I'm here to regulate, dead you on your papes and wait Put a hole in your face, and you won't be recognized at your wake Fuckin' snake [Verse 3: Alchemist] Out of order, these motherfuckers cannot manage Slap 'em up and wrap 'em up just like a bandage Innovative, I animate on the canvas Work magic, crash the board like Kurt Rambis On the rebound, sit on the throne, no need to be crowned It's the reign now, get it poppin' soon as I lay the beat down Steamroller the pebbles level the street down Impossible for me to turn the heat down, the switch broke Circle through a cloud of marijuana spliff smoke Clip though, I bully foot over tracks, you tip-toe Display butter flavor like a rich Nabisco I punch hits, working with my fists like Klitschko I rapidly pitch, gorilla pimp, open handedly slap a bitch Material sewn without a stitch Gets me riches, diamonds, cars, valuables How we do, your crusty foot's not equipped to fit inside of my Bally shoe [Verse 4: Evidence] I roll up to keep the doctor away I never met Doc Drew but met Doc Dre Never Doc J in my '86 weapons To every session, shot the lane and lit the entrance It's E to the V, I see myself like the world does Picture that can't stand still until the world buzz Riddle never solved till he stated the solution Before drug smuggle you was covered in pollution Runnin' round town without a buzz until you got one Spot blown like he never had an option Buildin' up the base in empty lots that pop up The new sheriff got a shotgun Yo I ain't makeshift and this is coming straight from the basement We are the best, nothing in life will ever change, kid You never know when the table turn aces Trading places, Kenny Powers, K-Swiss