Bathgate Freestyle

[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)