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