[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
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
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