On The Low Royce Da 5'9"

[Verse 1]
This nigga, Lo, from Illinois was serving him
Had an M.O. for being cold-blooded, but his soul was murderous
He had a thing for doing business with niggas
And flipping the script on ‘em
Soon as they feel he good, he emptying clips on ‘em
If you was rich, homie, it’s iffy
He’ll switch on a nigga so quickly on the low
Shh, ask around about you
Get cool with who you eat with so he could out you
Peep this
Now he posted in Detroit, copped a little hideaway
On the west, the Chi is like a 4-hour drive away
By the way, 8 Mile’s a mile away
That’s where the bar is where the hood stars party like a holiday
Made it there, like I would say, 11 on a Saturday
You slipping, he ain’t here to hear what you got to say
And now he on the low
Walk through, spot a hot nigga
Spot a drunk nigga on his jock with him he can talk to

[Hook]
That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm
He a troop? Hmm
What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm
What he do? Hmm
He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah
Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me
I’m low
“I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him
I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed”