On the, on the, on the, yo on the low know what I`m sayin`
It`s a pledge of allegiance to the cowboys
I`ma hold it down for my man Sadat and everyone on this Earth man
For real, just order this know what I mean hold it, yo hold it
Yo I`d like to talk about, yo check it
[Hook x2]
He went from block to block, rocks to cop
Smokin` on the low, up the nose with the blow
Speedin` bleedin` sucker for a hit
And everybody know him as that fiended out kid
[Verse 1]
Ya like the style, raise ya hand for Fidel
Hey you smiled, bust jingles, smokin` woolly with the land lady
On foresee and the Internet, imminent
Both of y`all are smokers but not heavy smokers
Just weekend fiends, you both share some coke
There`s always a lot of action in your part of Manhattan
You choose to lose your status at the J-O
And be off the payroll with the quickest
Ya thinkin` about the thickest actin` like the slickest
I`m cooler than twelve, ya got to feed yourself
I got the urge, once was a college boy
Will now destroy and employ Lil` Lloyd, for the Summer
Hey ain`t he the stunner with the dirty ass curvy
Who be comin` down from Bedford
Lookin` like Robert Redford
Actin` jakey makin` whole ville and old feel
Cash for carry, now he`s burying, for crack head marrying
Who could damn well be carrying some oh shit
And around these parts there`s a lot of walkin` dead
But never you dread with the family car
You be walkin` too far without puttin` on a bar
Yeah ya be all that and stay the corporate star
But walkin` these blocks niggas see ya as the man
With ya gold car, keep the pipelines open
Ya only hopin` that ya heart don`t bust
Who can ya trust in the land of lust
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I can change up like the wind with my official men
I`m younger than the old boys but then younger than the old jacks
Then everybody once or twice for that matter
All chain gang, all pieces for doli
I remain solely as the untraceable
I hate to face my outlaws if I can`t feed em`
Cause y`all know I need em` when the ol` bell rings
Hate to meet eight kings, give em` the finest
Let`s spend some plastic and live in print, make the mint
And cool out and never rule out
[Verse 3]
Get the women and kids and grab ol` dad
I`` never let it get that bad to where I lose all the shit I had
Met the wild, wild one, them niggas is dead and done
Memories like fleas, when we was still wearin` Lee`s
Buck, burnin` hide on a weak nigga`s back
For actin` like that, yo for actin` like that
[Hook x4]
[Various ad-libs]
