Russian Roulette Berner (Ft. B-Real)

[Intro: Michael]
God damn it
It's gonna be alright, Nickie
Go ahead, shoot
Shoot, Nickie

[Verse 1: Berner]
I'm caught up, yeah, you know how the business is
No fingerprints, no witnesses
I'm sleepwalkin', phone's ringin', got my heart beatin' (Trippin')
Wiretap got me 'noid, I can't stop beatin' (I can't stop)
Cultivators bring me flavors by the turkey bag (By the turkey bag)
Do a walk through and grab a quick thirty grand (Dirty thirty)
My old neighborhood miss that Thin Mint smell (Miss that Cookies)
41st and Noriega waitin' on that early mail (Early mail)
Three spots in a one block radius
The cops know my alias, my bag is the waviest (The craziest)
Old school etiquette, modern day syndicate (Wow)
My enemies irrelevant, vibes, no elements (No elements)
No raws for a bag like this (No, no)
This shit fresh from the farm, you need a pack like this? (Yeah)
Yeah, it's Bern and B-Real, we keep it way too real
This world's crazy, I ain't tryna get killed
One in his mercy

[Chorus: Berner]
We supply product across the world, our name brought up
It's two of the best from out west with narcotic
It's a cold game, there's no name on a bullet
It's like I'm playin' Russian Roulette
We supply product across the world, our name brought up
It's two of the best from out west with narcotic
It's a cold game, there's no name on a bullet
It's like I'm playin' Russian Roulette