Drug Shit

Yeah, one for the road baby Uh, is it real? Is it real? [Verse 1] Which would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned Don't take nothin' for granted except death Man of the house cause you the last nigga left See how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme Hope the Lord got your soul cause your ass is mine And every time you turn around niggas know that I be right there East heard the West was cravin for a nightmarе Don't give a fuck about what you sling Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit Up the hill, but you still singin that shit Talkin shit likе you know what it's like to walk this shit I Get on some stalkin shit Show you niggas that real New Yorker shit I'm just thinkin all the business I don' handled for niggas All the families that I got lightin' candles for niggas Grieving relatives, grandmothers fallin' out and needing sedatives Moms huggin the casket wishin' that she raised some better kids Check it, check it, check it out, yo Check it, check it, check it out, yo Check it, check it, check it out, yo Check it, yo [Verse 2] 'cause your raps weak Take the back street niggas can run a track meet The full length of my rap sheet, see that be The flow that's crushin' them on the L Jumpin' on they motherfuckin' shit, bustin' them until they swell Then tell ya mother next time she see her son is never And I'd be on your dick if my name was "No Pussy Ever" Like the Hulk but they can't fix me Doom-doom-doom-doom-doom, slide like Bill Bixby This shit be having niggas in the emergency Undergoing surgery wanting to murder me When you go, you know you heard of me And your last thought is what you did Wasn't worth your life, that's what your ass bought Caught up in some shit and I had to let you feel the steel They found his faggot ass slumped over the steering wheel You still feeling real, nah nigga you looking tired Go on and sleep baby, 'cause your shit has just expired Party, thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tools Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in A nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit What you thought, 'cause you bought, a joint You might be able to creep a nigga when he ain't on point And I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer to tryin' And every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' See I don't flow for the dough, 'cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes And I'm good, 'cause motherfucker I'm stayin' in the hood And I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood You wishin' that you could keep it as real as me And you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit, wreck shit, for respect, bitch Dizark Mizam Izzex Steve Black on a '1-and-2' For real What's up to The Lox, my niggas For real