| Lyrics: | feat. Beretta 9, Xavier Naidoo
[Intro: RZA]
Yeah, yo, what up yo?
Yeah, yeah, what
up?
Nothin', man, hold on
Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
Nigga, I've seen
everything I wanted to see
Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and
shit
I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
Aight, peace,
one-one
[RZA]
I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
My
mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
My dog got bagged with tryin' to
sling in D.C.
My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!"
"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word,
king?"
[Beretta 9]
Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland
Tunnel
Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you
gotta rumble
With the, the Beez...
[RZA]
... That's why we study degrees
And
keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a
month
You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump
And I heard he came home from a
two-year slump
[Beretta 9]
Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
And when I
see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
'Cuz niggaz ain't shit but welfare
cheese
[RZA]
With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds
[Beretta
9]
Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's
[RZA]
When
faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze
And melt like snow on my windshield, that
windmills
In my mind spin, they give skin chills
Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
For
ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo
[Chorus: RZA |
