[Verse: Billy Bathgate]
Look... I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks, I robbed for
Can't see me workin' for Job Corps, it's Gates, dog
A little introduction to me
Crack's D unto himself, who else fuckin' with me?
Who got the shit in a chokehold? Who gettin' that powder?
Who got the candy red 'Pala sittin' with M. Holla?
Its real life and I ain't got to act in a flick
Or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a bitch
Young'n, I like the five, but feel right in the six
Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch
Shit, I drink Belvey, Henny, and Cris
In the hood they call me can't-get-right, but I can get right
It ain't a ho in harlem that can't get piped
Or any five boroughs
My nine semi starts trouble
I want y'all to act up
Go head and play dumb
Billy Bathgates my name, huh
Nigga, I shot ya
[Outro: DJ Clue]
(Yeah… DJ Clue… Desert Storm… fat shout: my nigga Just Blaze, Enigma, word up)
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