[Intro]
We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry. (Better run that s**t.) Anything we can't get on our own we coming to take it. Right here, play them horns, Statik. I like that s**t, we do it Boston style. In Boston if we can't get it we just go steal it. You know what I'm saying? Check it.
[Verse 1]
Listen, I don't know what's real and what isn't
My alcoholism's a prison, my rhythm is possessed
I'm the devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x-ray vision is infested with s**, drugs, and Techs
I'm a star when I rock and roll
I can knock em home with my dome
So f*****g cold my ? and my vodka ?
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I'm a poet going going gold holding on his c**k and b****
Singing every note that I wrote the octave off
Push you off your f*****g pedestal, they tell me knock it off
Pocket's poor, raping rap music till my c**k is soft
Married to this life, it's a wonder that I'm not divorced
Copping w****s four in the morning and I'm coughing h***se
Hanging out the window shooting m***********g shotguns off
This is who I am and I'm always setting drama off
f**k the twelve steps, I'mma throw you off your momma's porch
[Chorus]
Your whips, your b***h, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your s**t (run it)
Your whips, your b***h, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your s**t (run it)
[Verse 2]
Yo you can tell that we're fools by the hell that we choose
Man I'm going for the gusto I keep telling these dudes
I'm either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes
I ain't Boston George so f**k him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn't vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs
I f**k the system all up, this is a picture of us
I never p*** in a cup, can't fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don't believe in the law, I didn't listen enough
You should be listening up, I got a pistol that's tough
I got an AK, s**t barely fits in the trunk
I'm throwing fits when I'm drunk, I'm going spaz with the gats
I came so far I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I'm back
Imagining that as I add another stack
f**k society, they're telling me I should calm down probably
But I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery
We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry. (Better run that s**t.) Anything we can't get on our own we coming to take it. Right here, play them horns, Statik. I like that s**t, we do it Boston style. In Boston if we can't get it we just go steal it. You know what I'm saying? Check it.
[Verse 1]
Listen, I don't know what's real and what isn't
My alcoholism's a prison, my rhythm is possessed
I'm the devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x-ray vision is infested with s**, drugs, and Techs
I'm a star when I rock and roll
I can knock em home with my dome
So f*****g cold my ? and my vodka ?
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I'm a poet going going gold holding on his c**k and b****
Singing every note that I wrote the octave off
Push you off your f*****g pedestal, they tell me knock it off
Pocket's poor, raping rap music till my c**k is soft
Married to this life, it's a wonder that I'm not divorced
Copping w****s four in the morning and I'm coughing h***se
Hanging out the window shooting m***********g shotguns off
This is who I am and I'm always setting drama off
f**k the twelve steps, I'mma throw you off your momma's porch
[Chorus]
Your whips, your b***h, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your s**t (run it)
Your whips, your b***h, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it's not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your s**t (run it)
[Verse 2]
Yo you can tell that we're fools by the hell that we choose
Man I'm going for the gusto I keep telling these dudes
I'm either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes
I ain't Boston George so f**k him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn't vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs
I f**k the system all up, this is a picture of us
I never p*** in a cup, can't fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don't believe in the law, I didn't listen enough
You should be listening up, I got a pistol that's tough
I got an AK, s**t barely fits in the trunk
I'm throwing fits when I'm drunk, I'm going spaz with the gats
I came so far I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I'm back
Imagining that as I add another stack
f**k society, they're telling me I should calm down probably
But I'm notorious like a Charlestown robbery