[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot
Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook
At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody
Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody
Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours
Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower
Sucking my dicky like a pacifer
Now it's 2009, pussy, so pass the fire
They get the bastard higher
5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer
Got it with class, Dali paintings inside the foyer
To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer
When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim
Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim
[Verse 2: Solace]
Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out
Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out
So once you in, you in
Niggas speaking clout or reroute
And keep your heaters out the pouch
Once you see what we're about
No doubt
The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ
Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften
Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often
Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan
It's simple as that, detonate your own system
The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him
The poem shift him off his feet
But the chrome lift him
For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim
And four fifth him
And bounce with the knot up in the sock
And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks
The mic maestro, precise knife flow
Why debate? Just bite the bait, nigga
You might strike gold
Nigga, what
Yo, yo, my man Troy, he used to jump over his own foot
Jump into a spin and give a grin that left them hoes shook
At that time, my jeans were baggy with the hoody
Back on Main Street, the maxi-single, copped it at the Goody
Up in the room, writing graffiti for hours
Dreams of being in a tower with Nia Long in the shower
Sucking my dicky like a pacifer
Now it's 2009, pussy, so pass the fire
They get the bastard higher
5'6", 260, I'm a destroyer
Got it with class, Dali paintings inside the foyer
To keep it all kosher, I'm strictly Jewish on the lawyer
When it comes to my freedom, I can't trust it to a goyim
Yo, I can't leave it up to a goyim
[Verse 2: Solace]
Yo, yo, Bermuda Triangle beat black out
Black Hole flow deep, can't see back out
So once you in, you in
Niggas speaking clout or reroute
And keep your heaters out the pouch
Once you see what we're about
No doubt
The organs make a nigga feel it in his organ
Honor the slogan saying we're never gonna soften
Single momma's put into the coffin kind of often
Conducting business dirty, then turn you into an orphan
It's simple as that, detonate your own system
The accurate aim, contacts it won't miss him
The poem shift him off his feet
But the chrome lift him
For talking out the side of their mouth like a stroke victim
And four fifth him
And bounce with the knot up in the sock
And trade your four chrome rims for four cinder blocks
The mic maestro, precise knife flow
Why debate? Just bite the bait, nigga
You might strike gold
Nigga, what
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