Wise Guys

Floss on the beat

Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
Ghetto wise guys
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
We do our thing

Nigga, G's in the cut, got cheese in his clutch
Watch 'em hop on his dick like fleas on a mutt

Stop cuffin' your chick before I leave with the slut
Play tough, this long nose'll sneeze on your gut
Five Family music, homie, we do's it
Give 'em least seventy cubics, don't be stupid
Give 'em room to breathe, let 'em breeze by the bitches, man
Wrist got more cuts than a nigga Eric Scissorhands
I just left the spot, G get them figures, man
Still got scale on both hands like lizard man
Most dudes rap about it, KGR live and scram

Chris and 'K seven G's to the liver, fam
Might catch a chest cold, my shit kinda frigid, man
Dime piece, press up, see what the chap 'bout
Around three in the mornin', I'm blowin' her back out

Four hours later, kid, I'm throwin' them packs out

Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
Ghetto wise guys
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
We do our thing

It's most P's in the cut with G in the cut
Blowin' on hella weed, Hennessy in the cup
Believe what you want, I ain't your average nigga
I bang the hitter 'til I hit him and freeze on a fuck

Crime time, Glock nine millimeter era
Brooklyn, I'm from a hood where niggas bleed for the cheddar
Fizzy the Brown Spiller, Philly Freeze and Killa G
From killer Queens, this is the trilogy of terror

N.Y.G. like my nigga Panchi
On your block, hoppin' off the sidewalks on a Banshee

Swingin' off the bars like I'm in a jungle gym

Dirt monger him, don't fuck with him
Guns, we buck those, pretty hoes, we fuck those
They askin' me if Pac is alive, who the fuck knows?
All I know is real niggas gon' ride
'Til the end of time, dawg, real niggas don't die

Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
Ghetto wise guys
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
We do our thing

North Philly nigga, you try me, then the blick is drawn
Squeeze the stick and turn your lights out like the blinker's on
Push pops, remove your top and leave your thinker gone
Six shots, they'll leave you in the 'spital hangin' on

I'll ring in on you bitch niggas, bring it on
They know me, I'm the one that make the hits for y'all to sing along
Y'all should honor me, since the Dynasty, I've been the bomb
Y'all ignitin' me, what y'all should try to do is keep me calm
'Fore I reload, explode, I'm the new beyond
Lito, he the new Don MC with the chinky eyes
I'm a hustler, I never been without it
Before my work is finished, I re like India

Catch me out Abu Dhabi with the akhis
If you try to stop me, it'll take nineteen of y'all

I'm a pimp, make a G take her bikini off
She freak me 'cause I freak the beat like intercourse

The boat movin' and we been aboard
You must be a dyke 'cause you been a broad
New Rothschilds got three verses in the chorus
On the track with a leather cross and you'll be in the morgue

Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
Ghetto wise guys
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing
Ghetto wise guys
We do our thing