Binoculars

[Chorus: 38 Spesh & N.O.R.E.] Ayo, guns bust, niggas know who to trust If you owe one of us, it ain't shit to discuss, nigga Binoculars, eyes is out son, they watchin' us Jake hit the streets, now police try lockin' us No guns bust, used to sell in the crutch Yeah, the world trust the world, the world keepin' the trust Huh, Binoculars, eyes is out son, they watchin' us Jakes hit the streets, now police try lockin' us [Verse 1: 38 Spesh] Maybe it's the Ostrich and 'Gator that made me popular If it's a problem, I'm engagin' in ways of stoppin' ya Death sentence like when Lefty betrayed the Mafia It's too many rats in your pack, Frank Sinatra, huh Niggas should be lucky I gave the block to ya I was even servin' the neighbors that stayed on top of ya Ain't it obvious? I was savin' to raise the profit up My Asian bitch makin' amazing Cajun tilapia I'm the one that inspire cats, don't try to rap You ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, your tire's flat You send shots I'ma fire back or I'ma fire first Niggas dyin' first whenever I attack, huh They better wear a iron hat I'm smoother than a vampire that transforms to a flyin' bat I used to charge niggas higher tax I had to stop 'cause niggas ain't O.G.s, they retired rats [Chorus: 38 Spesh & N.O.R.E.] Ayo, guns bust, niggas know who to trust If you owe one of us, it ain't shit to discuss, nigga Binoculars, eyes is out son, they watchin' us Jake hit the streets, now police try lockin' us No guns bust, used to sell in the crutch Yeah, the world trust the world, the world keepin' the trust Huh, Binoculars, eyes is out son, they watchin' us Jakes hit the streets, now police try lockin' us [Verse 2: Vado] Shit is more than crazy, I'm seein' more of it lately Grown men with they hand out, lookin' for hand-outs I'm in the room, hope I don't stand out A few dudes mappin' the plan out, gotta expand now I ran out in two days, there's two ways Been waitin' to move Yay, dosin' off Dussé Aim for your top, your toupee Couldn't be 2Pac on Tuesday, touché Who got it to send it out? Break it down to ounces, make samples and give it out Crib in the mountains, bad service, in and out Bag full of birds, the only way we could chicken out Listen now, yeah, that wrist wear is comin' plain 'cause this here's the Hunger Games What'chu know about a hunnid gain? Or takin' a loss that give you stomach pains? I'd rather be dead wrong than dead gone Blood spilled on his ones, he got the breds on You can tell I thread long You got the black soul until the Feds come [Verse 3: B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher] I don't like none of these niggas Gotta flow to humble these niggas The four pound shake the ground right from under these niggas I made checks with the squadron, pay respect to the bosses Shootin' like Lebron in game seven in Boston Some niggas like to hustle, some like to spray bullets Me? I had a block in the microwave cookin' Took every precaution, there's a price to pay with it The State Troopers'll pull you if your license plate crooked Look, when they was out of town in the rented Lambs I was dryin' a kilogram under a ceilin' fan Nigga, I'm everything the critics sayin' Keep playin', pussy, and we'll pop up on you like Twitter spam He the type to let the broads fool 'em These niggas all Goofys, that cheap liquor got you all woozy We see the opps them niggas call movies That's real shit 'cause we always bought guns before we bought jewelry Uh, my bitch in Cali forty but she still model We good 'til she asked me how I feel 'bout her Rollin' Alpha Omega out a pill bottle Uh, I touch so many ki's, I think I'm Phil Collins Watched paper and money for the bail bondsman Cooked a half this mornin' just to see if I still got it I still got it, lets be real 'bout it How I still fill pockets with paper just like mail boxes Let's go, the butcher nigga