Traction Boldy James (Ft. Action Bronson)

[Intro: Action Bronson]
718
Flushing 11365
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Action Bronson & Boldy James]
We rollin' back to back, different color Cadillac-in'
Pray to Lord they don't put me in that paddy wagon
If they do, it be a long trip
Boss shit, Boldy hold the four-fifth
Pull it, leave his body where the Pistons play
Rock a mask like Richard Hamilton and hit the J
But in Queens, they call me Mookie, Boobie put the tookie
Where she poopy, if you see me then salute me, bitch
Cuzzy quick to burn up the turnpike and skirt on them dirt bikes
A lot of out-of-towners got murdered the first night
For tryna serve on the work site
Ten bricks of the fish, can't jump on the first spike
I'm talking perched white, third base, searchlight
Got caught with another gun on my third strike
I'm from Detroit so I call cot and burn dice
And I was crowned King ConCreature from birth right (It's Blocks)
We take 'em over with little resistance
Vivid descriptions of urban living conditions
Fiend ballet, back block recitals
Park the Phantom on the block, Ghetto American Idol
On a whim and a prayer, I swear on a stack of Bibles
For this shit right here, my dear handed me the title
To the Rivier, lit the glass pipe with the lighter
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, I'm suited up in black attire, bitch