




Everyday shyt, around the way shyt got me stressed )
So i keep on the vest in case a nikka wanna test
I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up
You wanna joke nikka? laugh when you get blown up
See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor
shyt is hectic so respect it for your health
Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shyt
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shyt
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shyt
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shyt
So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this
Make sure your shyt is right kid and handle your business
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack nikkas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
For the oil in your car lift up your hood nikka run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I'a Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all nikkas is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
In your upper level, valet a couple strays
From the .38 Special, nikka, God bless you
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nikka you dies
Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I {*silencer shot*} 'splay the 7
Put you on the nikka news, UPN and 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[Two silencer shots] that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci wit it, friend
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again

Cam'ron verse 3 from Get It In Ohio
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 and 12 -- well, they carry my bricks
And them 12-12 fiends, they're married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips
Y'all make a brother laugh, me I took another path
Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him up to Jesús (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say, "poof"
Play Zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth
Not Pac, mean dust when a nikka say, "juice"

I always liked the opening line
thinkin bout Guy Fisher, never met him but got damn that's my nikka![]()