Ghetto Stockbroker Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs (Ft. Roc Marciano)

[Hook: Roc Marciano & Meyhem Lauren]
Live by the gun, die by it
Chrome .357 with the rubber grip
Sippin' Baileys on the rocks like Puffy
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers (uh)
Stay fly til the day I die, that's the slogan (Yo, Muggs, what up?)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Fuck king of New York
I wanna be king of the world
My agenda's got a different twirl
Different twist, you hear swiss ticks from my wrist
It's like fuck these other niggas they don't even exist
Being cold in the winter, that's no longer my steez
I'm 'bout to trade this fucking ming for like a hundred white T's
Social worker mentality, sergeant side salary
This world is insignificant, I come from the galaxy Queens
Disappear strong, reappear stronger (uh)
Pockets got fatter and my money got longer (uh)
I look like James Stock when he played God
Juice like JQ mixed with A rods
Serious, lane switchin', drivin' with a purpose
Floatin' in a fire, but believe I'm never nervous
Henny in the thermos while we buildin' in the furnace
I earned this, respect the service
I'm continental