Thousands Chino XL

Intro:Dismal sketches of...Jersey trife shit

Hook:
Fire and brimstone is our life's stage
So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage
A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (why?)
There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5)

Verse 1:
I'm that type of rapper that'll take half an album in advance
(And do the hustle) and I don't mean that 70's dance
The king of punch lines, I do what I gotta for my bank roll
Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for salary
Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me
Chino equality for the high or low black son I'm betting on that
Seeking universal mastery
Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery
Ol'Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences
Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill
Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there's 10 of me
Your hootie's an obsenity, corporate at the pope
But shooting bullets with no memory

Hook:
"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"