16 TITHES

[Intro: Boldy James] One, two, three and to the, ayy 220, siete, check [Verse 1: Boldy James] One, two, three, when them doors slide Move your feet, lose your seat before you meet this four-five On the Six, Seven, them the Miles that I'm from Stuffin' rounds in my drum, lost count of what I won For the eight, nine, you can come and get this gun For the tenth, eleventh time Out of every zap, I cut 227 dimes ’Fore the twelve could run the plates Strap still in my possession, I’ma barеly jump the gate If the work clеan, I might pay the thirteen, but if it ain't I got a Mini-14 and love to paint shit with no brush My bro don’t think shit funny, he don't joke much He quick to flash that cannon in your face like a close-up Bullet piercin' his tongue, it’s not no lip ring Age twenty-one, they tried to make me take a cop to fifteen Can’t fit my life in a sixteen, that ain't enough bars Thinking back when I was sixteen running up them cards Just tryna catch a sale [Verse 2: Ransom] To the one, two, three, where your thoughts lie Squeezin' the four-five, you heathens can all die Now you're six feet deep in the floor, why? When you come in to stunt man, you'll be leavin' the fall guy Like them seven-foot niggas we see from the courtside Can't duck a charge so you get hit when them sparks fly No fork in the road 'cause I ate in the dark side I'm good with the nine so I'm able to part ties The MAC-10 or the MAC-11, it's all out I'm emptyin' every MAC when deletin' your hard drives Excuses? You got a dozen of 'em When I was thirteen, I sold dope, some bundles of 'em Now I'm fourteen, police shot up another cousin I got more fiends for morphine than Robitussin, I overstuff 'em Bags on the scale say "one-five" But I got sixteens up on the block, nigga come buy [Outro] I have good news As of today, you have complete level 15 And now you will all be moving up to level 16 Level 16 will be your final– Level 16 will be your final–