Whatitbelike? Dice (Ft. Razzaq)

What it be like?

Verse 1: Dice
I'm hoppin' fences
Beatin' bitches with wrenches
Who trust us? Fuck
I'm doin' walk-bys on crutches
Reminder, stickin' up niggas for Pathfinders
So finders-keepers
I'm blowin' up shit like beepers
They say "Who raised us?"
Hittin' up niggas with tazers
Slittin' throats with razors
Stealin' sounds out of Blazers
No foul-ups, trips or blunders
I run bitches like numbers (LIAR)
I used to get high with Richard Pryor
And Todd Bridges
Live my life on the fringes
It's all about money
No time for bein' religious
Who's gonna stop me?
Not a skinhead or a Nazi
And when I die please don't perform an autopsy
Just run, nigga, run, nigga you better be gone
Or you will be found dead in your '95 Yukon
It's just the Dice, the master of rhymin'
And even though she's dead I wanna fuck Phyllis Hyman