[Verse 1:]
Even dough low still Mobb Deep infamous never sleep
Like the city just you life sheik
Oh barkeep, guineas please
And keep ‘em coming til these hags are stunning
Rolling L’s in the bathroom, manager came in swinging
A broom, grab the phone 9-1-1 I assume
Here come the goons
Not ideal, Hanna-Barbera bodega pill
Friday night how you feel? Saturday morning to be real
Sex for money what’s the deal, fuck tomorrow
We bone, pint glasses are shown
Get smacked flying ill, find cigarettes stale
Whale females got Ahab doing rails, pacing chewing his nails
Always dreamt I could fail, finally made it, denied bail
Black face I rap in tales, it’s that real, camouflage tuxedo
Head from Puerto Rico like take two kilos to Toledo
In a ’74 Beetle, I’d rather buy for crack and buckets
Of dirty needles, whatever more tequila, titans covered stealers
Less money, more problems, more realer, life of a drug dealer
So by proceed stealing nights of our death, who shot Billy
I forget, amnesia, liquor on the breath, carcinogens in my chest
It’s all fun and games til you under arrest
With buffalo wings puked all on your vest
Funky sapien piss on your steps, shamed face not so little rascala with weed laced, paranoid like yeah had a funny taste
Now I can’t feel my fucking face
Even dough low still Mobb Deep infamous never sleep
Like the city just you life sheik
Oh barkeep, guineas please
And keep ‘em coming til these hags are stunning
Rolling L’s in the bathroom, manager came in swinging
A broom, grab the phone 9-1-1 I assume
Here come the goons
Not ideal, Hanna-Barbera bodega pill
Friday night how you feel? Saturday morning to be real
Sex for money what’s the deal, fuck tomorrow
We bone, pint glasses are shown
Get smacked flying ill, find cigarettes stale
Whale females got Ahab doing rails, pacing chewing his nails
Always dreamt I could fail, finally made it, denied bail
Black face I rap in tales, it’s that real, camouflage tuxedo
Head from Puerto Rico like take two kilos to Toledo
In a ’74 Beetle, I’d rather buy for crack and buckets
Of dirty needles, whatever more tequila, titans covered stealers
Less money, more problems, more realer, life of a drug dealer
So by proceed stealing nights of our death, who shot Billy
I forget, amnesia, liquor on the breath, carcinogens in my chest
It’s all fun and games til you under arrest
With buffalo wings puked all on your vest
Funky sapien piss on your steps, shamed face not so little rascala with weed laced, paranoid like yeah had a funny taste
Now I can’t feel my fucking face
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