In hollywood everybody got a business card
In manhattan everybody got a business card
In new orleans... everybody got a gun, and a bible, and a net, or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley n***as never go down
Forty ounce glass and needles on the merry go round
Look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average n***a yappin on a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches tale is vicious hell
A lot of n***as sick an pale when I spit the braille
You feel me?
I never ever ever slipped and fell
You hear me?
And any pussy that decide to try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left for dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out of Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on google you need goggles
N***a I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury and the snitches in the witness pit