2 Craps In A Missout

[Intro] Schemin' It's blocks Black Let's milk the game dry Street bullies 227 King of the D shit [Verse 1] I'm internationally known, locally accepted If I'm overstood to be wrong stand me corrected Got niggas coming home nevuary 32nd That'll never see a black president get re-elected Keep us spiralling backwards like we dyslexic He an aspiring actor, me, I'm eclectic No sneak diss 'cause if I was taking shots You would know exactly to and whom it was directed Soon as I addressed it it's funeral processions Never to impress on first impressions Gifted with a curse though that curse is a blessing Covered in the blood of Jesus, thirsting refreshment Certified tested and improved I heard a blind man tell a deaf man Never let them know your right hand from your left hand Cause when you end up doing life trying to help the next man Next thing you know your wife fucking your best man [Chorus] Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout [Verse 2] If he a street nigga why he so animated When I could rub the pie in his face and make him [?] When I'm out in San Andreas with my man Josaih On the west coast got the '64 patty cake Worth a cool half a mil., word to Allie Vegas I Sammy Davis Jr. the tuner, dilapidated Semi activated, have you decapitated Never really had too much of an imagination No exaggeration I been through them situations Can you imagine facing [?] and retaliation Nigga ran off with the pack, why would I have to chase him When I can get his son napped at his graduation Don't make me send them bullies at you, that's evacuation My niggas get to pulling at you like gravitation Always had a bully automatic fascination Cause in my hood if we ain't have it then we have to take it [Chorus] Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout [Verse 3] My bitch a ten, built like a brick shit house Had to put the bitch out, she welcomed me with open doors Above and beyond, I'm taking this shit overboard This a smorgasbord to a mother fucking overlord Too much to ignore, it's just the allure And I got a good rapport with breaking the law So, push on the floor, people telling me I'm more mature The moral of the story I just don't want to be poor no more Taking pop bottles back to the party store Got my monies right, naw nigga we could go to war Tail work great and the goonies meet me on the shore Sweep you with the push broom and clean you up like a chore I keep a .44 in my top dresser drawer And a lion in my pocket, try me, I'll let it roar Come in and shut the door What can I do for you? He trying to turn his couple few graham crackers to a s'more [Chorus] Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout Dig in and dig out Pig pens, we finna pig out Kingpins, we in that brick house On the apple jack, two craps in a missout