car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down
Aiyo, toxi off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Yall bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, youll be diz-ed
Dont front on this nigga, Imma from New York Ci-zey!
Yall butter pec, make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec, make my nutter weak
And yall crabs down south, you aint got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
I dont espanol, I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
Im the ace in the decks...
Im the ace in the deck, still casin a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb, the space in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
Im not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I dont walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I dont hawk a lot
Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
Yall floss like yall Jay-Z and Puffys
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin the mics is my hobby
Fuckin the mics is my hobby
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
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