36 Chamber Flow

[Verse 1: Juice] Overload and overgone Time to get this paper on Fetti Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli Or DMX and Belly I'm still smooth though Rick Rude ho, never played the fool roll Psychedelic renegade, higher than the other day Free your mind, or get trapped in yesterday Eyes low, tell me what you wanna do OG puffer, nigga, I will not lose I toke a lot, I loc a lot With the Flocka, word up to Big Poppa You Craig Mack floppers I'm smokin' like a rasta New York diesel, get proper I'm cliché, but this is my forte We stay strapped and I'm packin' like Green Bay I'm a giant, André, rap goliath I'm a monster, no Kanye required [Verse 2: Meech] Ready to Die, track 17, I'm suicidal Ran out of dutchie, so we used the paper out the Bible Let me say that one more time Ready to Die, track 17, I'm suicidal Ran out of dutchie, so we used the paper out the Bible Smokin' exotic piff, with an exotic bitch Eyes low, chronic spliff Pussy wet, watch it drip The high life I'm livin' It ain't sinnin' if you winnin' Everyday is haze blunts, scandalous women True talk, I spit the art Huntin' money is my favorite sport I walk the walk, and pussy's somethin' I never bought I need a bad bitch, with really good features We too high up, you never ever reach us Nosebleed sex, I fuck her in the bleachers You know I like them chink eyes, thick thighs Shirley Temple weave, hair look like curly fries Who needs a gimmick? Got real nigga features Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on ya reefer?