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