The Come Up Guru (Ft. Kapital Gainz & Kreem.com)

{*raining in background*}

Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone)
Left Gunn.. Left Gunn
Baldhead Slick..

[Verse 1: Steve Stone]
Yo
You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover
But niggas know when Stone hit the scene, game over
You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya
Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer
I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh
If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress
If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test
But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S
I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast
Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it
Can you cats say that shit and really mean it?
I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated
Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are
Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star
My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar
Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are

[Verse 2: Left Gunn]
Yo, goin from broke
Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats
At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float
Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do'
Movie screen with the voice-activated remote
See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke
Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat"
Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough
Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht
Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not
Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot
Niggas confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues
And rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons
See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit
Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit
"Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute
Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots
Too many niggas got the game twist, poppin they Cris'
And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks
I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list
And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes
I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes
And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos