Spare No-1 [?] double Big Lee Otrizzy It’s nothing Late night session (Relax) Slums Storm in the building (They’re really on it) I’m gonna lay somethin’
I’m the nigga that be grinding in cabs With my gat on my lap, couple O’s in the bag Got a chick in the front while I sit in the back Don’t think that’s my wife, she just one of my slags 24/hr grinding, 6 6 til 6 If I ain’t got the stick, then I’m taking a risk Try creeping up on Giggs man, I’ll fuck up your shit Hooked up to machines, getting fed from a drip Don’t ever think I won’t put a bullet through you queers ‘Cause the sound of my guns like music to my ears Whether daylight or night, man I never really cared If it’s beef, then it’s beef, fuck the time of day and where Niggas hate ’cause I’m moving that weight If my punk ain’t a 9 or a 10, it’s a 8 If I ain’t there on time, then I’m sorry I’m late Here’s a couple extra grams man, my business is great I want my people to be happy at the end of the day Thinking, “yeah that Giggs is diamond, I can phone him all day” With a little bit of fear, that’s the mafia way Wouldn’t want you people thinking that they don’t have to pay Even when I was in jail, I was shotting it up Me, Inch, [?], L, yo [?] what up? On the drug [?], forever pissing in cups Screws try spin a cell, but they ain’t got nuttin’ on us Fuck prison food, yeah we cooking our shit Dumplings bitch, we living like the Goodfellas did Don’t phone me my niggas, makes my time go quicker The only time I use the phones is when I check up on my kid Keep the cup right next to my bed Try running in my cell then I’m lacing or bussing your head If it’s a road ting, I’m bussing my lead If it’s a chick, then I’m bussing, ’cause believe she gives wonderful head