The Cypher

[Intro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]

That nigga Diamond D threw me the loop (Oh word? Let's get it)

Yo, Nick, let's just go off on this bitch right here, man, classic shit (Straight bars, bro)

Go in, no punches no, nothin', man (No type of shit like that)

Let's go! Uh! (Cypher style) Yeah!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Now check it out, I'll kill your baby in your baby carriage

Bust a shotgun at your wedding that's a perfect marriage

Pray to God a nigga catch your G in his ride

Hit 'em with that (BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!) Cracker, stand your ground

This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope

I see zombies in the trap next to Phantoms and the ghost

Pussy on the pole, prophesies an option when you grow up on the stove and your pops is never home, uh

We miss the heroin with the tranquilizer, nigga

All that's missin' is the thrill of synthesizin', nigga

Junkies hobblin' back like like a Clydesdale

Throwin' niggas off the boat like crime fell

I'm on the top deck on the coast of Tropez

Spendin' coins, chasin' tail just to drop heads

High times, pull the mag fully loaded chrome

Rollin' stones on the cover of the Rolling Stone

[Interlude: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! (Ay, you did that shit though, Crack)

Yo, Nicky Shades! (Yeah! Yeah!)

Hit them niggas with that shit man! (Hey! Hey!)

Diamond D on the track! (Yeah!)

Ahhhhhh! (Hey!)

[Verse 2: Nick Shades]

Hey

First of all wanna thank my connect for putti'n me on game and always bein' on deck

Young Cuban, so I had to get the link up on my neck

Then I link the homie Crack to make this money manifest

Architect the many schemes with the intent to dividends

To come direct in my direction type of shit when shit come in

My formula is immaculate, net worth the [?]

Slangin' shit the masses want while gettin' lifted by the hemp

My niggas always packin' pistols, wanna trip? Then be my guest

Blaow! And then we disappear with pure finesse

And bitches like Montana tryna end up more like Sosa

So I gamble with the coke until my cash flow runneth over

Got so many stash spots, my G, more weight than a boulder

Rather cliché to save a homie, fuck how you feel

And I'ma keep stackin' the stack and make this paper for real

From Dade County to The Bronx, I'm tryna come up for real

We'll score some bomb piff to reach to way higher conscious

Use the ruby from what's blazin to enlighten the darkness

[Outro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]

Aight, aight

Yo, Nick Nick Nick, chill chill, man! (Oh!)

Chill Nick! (Shit nigga!)

That's it, Nick! (Man, I can go forever bruh!)

Nah Nah Nah Nah, this the future, Nick Shades, chill chill, man!

(Hey!)