Nancy Botwin

[Intro] It's game time Where we at with it? (Blockworks) Yeah Two-way, deuce, siete [Verse 1] Eye twitching, nerves jumpy Trigger finger itchier than my palms Hands feeling clammy as I serve unky My skin crawling 'cause he got hella open blisters Eyes yellow from smoking, drinking hella coke and liquor Mind drifting in my hood, it's like a third world country But niggas thinking this shit sweet, must be some diabetics Auntie keep tryna sweet talk me, she want a dime on credit Always coming short, but it's my fault because I always let her 'Cause she was there for me when nobody was Don't do the shit for me that nobody does If she fall, I'ma catch her Kill anybody if they ever try to disrespect her She call me "Nephy," but I'm really like her youngest boy Her oldest son passed like nine or ten years ago His best friend killed him, but that's normal when you from Detroit Ducking long arm of the law been out of reach Where common sense ain't so common, but that ain't something that I can teach [Chorus] You either got it or you don't, there ain't no in between's 'Cause if I catch you without it, you know it's Billie Jean Mike Jack with the thriller, we keep them killers clean Can't hear that switch but you can hear them niggas when they're screaming Can't even see me in your dreams, tell 'em "Keep dreaming" Nigga play with Blocks, you gon' probably hear somebody die Or got denied entry in heaven So if you ever dream about killing me, you better wake up and apologize [Verse 2] It's 227, what else? We really land like that, my nigga Don't make me bring tears to your mommy eyes Or break her whole heart in half if I toss you the Drac' Give her a life time of grief or you'll cause a mistake Would've been took his chain, when he first got his kit Tell youngin to give him a pass 'cause I thought it was fake Now I done pretty much put up with 'bout all I can take Said it was up with us, now he can't go back on his word I'll have your whole team tryna take your fuckin' head off Speak on my name, I bet they gon' find your head on the curb For Posca, shit get trippy as ayahuasca Rasta full of shooters, know I'm in cahoots with the mafia It's 227, never been a Kevin Costner You the type to pillow talk a bitch to death to spread the gossip But that don't bother me none 'cause you can get this work While I'm somewhere sipping syrup, smoking out a zip in Turks [Chorus] You either got it or you don't, there ain't no in between's 'Cause if I catch you without it, you know it's Billie Jean Mike Jack with the thriller, we keep them killers clean Can't hear that switch but you can hear them niggas when they're screaming Can't even see me in your dreams, tell 'em "Keep dreaming" Nigga play with Blocks, you gon' probably hear somebody die Or got denied entry in heaven So if you ever dream about killing me, you better wake up and apologize [Outro] What else?