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(feat. Hugh Hef, U-God) [U-God:] Shootouts, suicide car chases Pulling loot out, bulletproof Scarfaces Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places With dark faces, escaped on bail My souls in the street, police on the coat tails Oh well, got a bitch named Gail She look so good, her tail is for sale Before L's fell, she scrambled the reefer My foot so far in her ass, she can taste my sneaker I pop champagne, like every day was Easter Better, check that bitch, before I beast her Tally the dough, slice the pizza Despite the features, I hold a player's crown I step in your town, snake skin down Let off a round, check it how it sounds [Chorus: Inspectah Deck (all)] Statepens ain't part of the plan Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that, fam) The pops life, but it's only for fam A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man) It's real life, I got blood on my hands Letras de cancionesAnd make the product expand (I can handle that, fam) Yo, fuck scrams, try'nna front on my Clan It'll only take a grand (just to handle that, man) [Inspectah Deck:] Yo, bottles pop, llamas and glocks, kamikaze cops Pop shots off of dollars and blocks, it's the Regular regular, honor my spot Whether flips, rubber gribs, top shotter stay hot Swallowin' shots of Henn' rock, got the shit locked Whether, gators and crocs, widebodies'll drop Model bitch got vicked, never promised the rock I'm a live one, that's why honey holla for pop Hustle man, I ain't try'nna make a collar for cops Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot Chameleon through the streets, cuz they watchin' my ops Full sign with the grind, get it started off top Well known, still home, and your out of the box Record day, with the thirty eight, dodgin' the NARC's Hood to hood with the gangstas, I'm watchin' the plots [Chorus] [Hugh Hef:] You ain't never been a hustler, why you try'nna act like one now You front clown, you can get twisted like uptown's Heard about your record, you're butt, clown On the Island, deaded on your bogey, how you can't get a bus down? Never heard of you, like a pump pound Call me "Buckshot", believe me, everybody gon' "Duck Down" Catch you while you postin' your pedestool, family so broke When I clap, your mom can't even bet with you Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight And you running with "knicks" like Marbury do I ain't try'nna cop the Chevy, shit, I'd rather Leave this pussy nigga bleeding like I popped his cherry When I come through the block, they leary Shit, I got this nigga standing with dogs like the cops at the Ferry Pray to God that my hammer don't jam, Wu-Tang be the Clan Understand, I can handle it man, yeah [Chorus] From Letras Mania