Got Caught Dealin Part II Clipse (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Hook]
I got caught dealin, at the age of one-five
Had all my bitches stealin, just tryin to survive
And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die
Cause fuck that yo, I gotta make sure my dough multiply

[Verse 1: Pusha-T]
Crimes I commit heinous, y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch, make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those, marked money we tore those
My whole team channelin coke through urban portholes
You livin like mere mortals, your block's foreclosed
We forty deep on in the street, and fuckin your hoes
Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit, claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside, baby it's on
Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we bombin it
Stuck in the pen? Walk the shit in
Kamikaze it

[Hook]