Flashlight The Alchemist (Ft. 40 Glocc & Ras Kass)

[Verse 1: 40 Glocc]
The homies always told me it'd be days like this
When we was chillin' on the stairwell wishing we was rich
The judge got a grudge, wanna see me in court
I chose to say "Fuck 'em" and got my license revoked
I got front, back, and side to side
And what I don't get, I get it off another nigga ride
Run that chain, run that watch
Matter of fact, muh'fucka, run up out them socks
I copped the new 6 off the lot
I made a living off of niggas, taking shit they got
My wrist like light bulbs, a hundred watts
Got a bitch in Miami for a vacation spot
Call P, ask Hav, let me borrow the yacht
Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, I had a couple of shots
Rap ain't shit but a cover-up for me
After I run in his crib and throw the covers up on me

[Chorus: 40 Glocc]
Now everybody claim to be a thug
White T, jeans creased, and G'd up
We be chillin' VIP up in the club
Come strapped, bitch, 'cause we don't give a fuck

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
We are not the same, nigga, I'm different
Rassy spit a tsunami, I will twist ya then
Fuck being hot, nigga, I'm blistering
Gun butt, uppercut, I will clip ya chin—get it?
Then I'll David Blaine, I'll lift ya then
Then they dip ya in, right after your moms go hysterical and kiss ya skin
And it's just a sin, I'm raised Catholic, go to confession and Crip again
I'm not the one, we are not the two
And your B.G.'s ain't acting so they not the zoo
I get it in like hard dick in wet pussy
In the pen on first watch 'cause them faggots killed Tookie
Now I'm back with a lust for that ragtop Bentley
Air Force Ones—fuck two pair, cop fifty
And I brought Glocc with me, 11-shot Lawson
Yeah, I brought Glock with me, my pop not picky
I love hot quickies, mushing a ho, stop hickey
Even hoes I meet on my MySpace miss me
You assholes the lamest of thugs
'Cause you kiss crack like Hoopz on Flavor of Love