The Fugitive

[Produced by Infamous]

Coca, muah

Elephant in the room

Crills

Early in the morning, could barely feel my face

Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist

My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face

Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case

I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor

Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door

6 in the morning when they kick in the door

I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche

What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche

Of course I floss like them DC boys

Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads

In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore

Now, headed for paradise

Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belafonte

Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'

Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummond

Now I'mma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and

Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'

This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico

Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though

If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo

Tailor Made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat

When it comes to Latino MC's there's none bigger

Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga?

Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch ho

Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes

Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough

So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe

I remember when I stepped in the game yo

Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know

I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you

I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos

All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo

The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do?

I got richer

80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher

Got a new connect and what I do?

I got richer

? the wop bam boo

Guess what, America we love you

And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew

And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do

Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo

Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue

In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels

Niggas wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills

I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills

You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz

Shit, niggas keep askin': how come he so real?

6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal

Haha, it's the fugitive

Coca

I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch

Street runner on this one, bitch

We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), bitch

Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man

We use different forms of transportation nigga

I'm on different planets than y'all niggas right now

You can deny all you want nigga

Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine

Oh, I get on some Pun shit

What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit?

What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga

BXTS!

I owns this shit!