Increase The Gritty

(Album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 3: The Cold Corner - 2009)

Shady aftermath
Whoo kid, let's go
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5
4, 3, 2, 1

Return of the PLK brought me the feedback
And Halloween Havoc showed niggas I could repeat that
They need that, so lay your seat back and pay attention
And follow me through volume three, honorable mention

They don't make niggas like they used to, I'm living proof
Making a killing off a sinning 'cause I give 'em truth
When I ain't putting that crack down I'm spinning coupes
Soup hot, I'm winter-proof; them niggas wouldn't get a tooth
I hit the switch, tint the roof; famous cause I flip the booth
Dangerous, what a hit produce; I body you and get the Juice
Ask them if they caking, you probably ain't gon get the truth
From me? I'm hella honest, went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe
Sorry but we got' ta', party with the choppa'
Ammo en mi casa, come slipping and we got' cha'
Dripping blood and pasta, confine the boxers
I be in shackles while my mama watch us till they pick a time to drop us
Excellent when I jam, I'm a pro at this
Golden gift, grimy as the niggas I been rolling with
Lil' man hold the fifth, heavy over loaded piff
Chevy over chromey lips, catch me with your homie bitch
In a swollen six, diamond flooded Rolly wrist
Shining was my only wish, I shoulda' wished for more
If the club a place for fun then what you bring your pistol for?
All these dummies in denial, when drama pop this shit to floor
Money coming by the pile, we Water Moccasins to law
C-notes in the liquor store, speed boats on a different shore
A nigga tell you I ain't the one, then he don't know nutting
I bet he change his opinion, you let him hold summing
I'm in a Rove, stunting
Wheels back to back
From a block away or more you'd think I had the traffic packed
Shawtys rest in Cadillac, can't hold they asthma back
Niggas talking mills now, they ain't made half o' that
Me I'm in the hood for real, right there where they trapping at
Right there where it happens at, all familiar habit
My habits are, carrots y'all, sexing in the fastest car
Green gang mastermind, nine levels past the bar
Pass the torch, niggas don't deserve and never pass the porch
I am what they leeching off
PAP! Get them bastards off
Getting rock in the rap game, they top guys pageant soft
Talking like a murder when he wouldn't knock a rabbit off
Catch me out in Madison on my automatic horse
My word play magical, I millimeter gataloff
You won't have a career after I shatter yours
Then splatter his with my overwhelming averages

Streets ain't a game nigga
I was born by myself but I ain't going how I came nigga
Cause Imma take a couple with me if they get me
I'm tipsy then fucking high as hell off of sticky
Come on if you with me, I'm strong in the city
I'm never by myself, I got the chrome riding, dig me?
Rest in peace to Pac
Rest in peace to Biggie
The industry been shiny, now let's increase the gritty