[Intro]
In the beginning (It could be worse)
God created Heaven and Earth
And the Earth was without form, a void (True fact)
And the darkness was upon the face of the deep (Uh, Capo)
Who is that? Jim Jones
Who is that? Rapper
Did Jim Jones, to your knowledge, have any affiliation with Nine Trey?
Yes
Please explain
(Capo)
[Verse 1]
Can't name a price for it (But it's gon' cost)
But this thing of ours, I would give a life or life for it (Mano y mano)
Used to get 'em hooked like I had the fiends on the white chorus (You smell that?)
Shit, to keep it frеsh, then we gon' need some ricе for it (Talkin' Benz, nigga)
I spit the holy word just like the mighty Torah (Amen)
Niggas'll squeeze at your head just like a tight fedora (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Got these niggas mad, these bitches like my aura (Ah)
You know the blicky gon' fire, but the ice is water (Cool off, nigga)
If it is what it is, nigga, then so be it (You hear me?)
Have 'em pootin' in they pants when I start wars like the Soviet, uh (No disrespect)
So don't be rushin' for no repercussions (Uh-uh, nigga)
We got drums on this machine just like a beat production (Brrt, boom)
They say money talk, this ain't no cheap discussion (You hear that?)
Last foreign I bought just had to spend a week at customs
[Interlude]
Let's start with Mel Murda
Ms. Harney, could you please publish, with the court's permission, what's in evidence as government exhibit seven?
Do you recognize the person depicted in government exhibit seven? (Uh)
Yes
Who is that? (Shit)
Mel Murda
[Verse 2]
When the feds snatched Melly up, I was scared to death (Was nervous, nigga)
The signs was loud, but, shit, that money had his hearing deaf (He couldn't hear)
They caught an opp not looking, shit, now he gotta stare at death (Look at that)
Half these niggas broke, they can't even clear they debts (Where that money at?)
Nowadays, all my problems, I try to mitigate (Tryna be smart)
'Fore they turn into some problems I gotta litigate (Really gotta make a call)
Life's about balance, for every ounce of love, there's a bitter hate (You know)
'Member I was down, they was tryna throw it in a nigga face (What's up now?)
Now I'm up and a hundred thousand's like pocket change (That's light work)
Shit, when we post bond, we ain't talkin' 'bout no Stock Exchange (We bail 'em out)
We got ooters on scooters, they don't even stop to aim (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
We got them drillers that's in the field, nigga, this is not a game (Brrt, bah)
Like Lamar, they can't stop the rain, I been tyin' up some loose ends (Doo-doo-doo)
To all my niggas that came home and did they time like they Lucians
I put my (Real nigga), Cubans in the water just like they was tryna reach Miami (Ooh, nasty)
Jumped on a beach in my Forces, that shit had left my sneakers sandy (I need a new pair)
I'm tryna call my lawyer's office like, "Let me speak to Randy" (Where he at?)
Huh, gun's in the belt, nigga, you know that we keep it handy (Huh, ah, brrt, bah)
They call me Bobby Flay with that snotty yay (Whip it)
No speaky no English, I couldn't understand what papi say (¿Qué lo que?)
My lil' cousin made it off death row like he Dr. Dre (Amen)
Half these rappers pussy, but on the 'Gram, they got a lot to say (Click it)
Don't be stupid, for a couple grand, they send some shots your way (Grrt)
I'll get you hit while I'm catchin' a tan on a tropic stay (Gah, gah, boom)
You gotta watch these niggas' characteristics (I got my eye on 'em)
I gotta stay ready, that's why a nigga gotta carry the biscuit (You caught that?)
And my bitch carry blicks in her purse like she carryin' lipstick (Try her)
At the rate these rappers is dyin', it's such a scary statistic (Woo)
Let it breathe a little (Uh-huh), rolled up my sleeves a little (Okay)
So you can see the bracelet drippin', the watch and how the face is drippin' (Nasty)
I got whips and these chains (Woo), just like I was a racist victim (Damn)
Shit, I got them dogs on call (Rrr), and you know they can't wait to sic 'em (Hrr)
[Outro]
Get 'em
