Carved In Stone
(专辑: Insomnia (1st Infantry Mixtape Vol. 2) - 2003)
[Prodigy:] We getting our burn Here we go again I
bet y'all saying to y'all self: "The fuck these niggas last so long, man?" And my response to that is, I
palms don't ever stop itching, nigga You know, it's about that you hear it right now, so… We back, people, for more money, more jewelry, more vehicles Less hangers on, tag-alongs, and leech dudes We back minus that weak label trying to hold us back Now we getting more profits every unit shipped You getting returns, your album ain't moving shit We getting our burn in places we don't even live We learn you niggas on this game and how to stay afloat We teach you clowns about some things that y'all don't know Like how to bang out songs for 12 years straight And that's not all—they all gotta be gangsta Consistent anthems, put us up against whoever We got a
thing for competition, only make us better And better and better, I
know you can't believe your ears You pinching yourself, but doggie, this is all real Convincing yourself that we Cell Block 4
thugs Man, that's how the
last nigga got bucked [Havoc:] Homie, don't get it twisted, I
been getting money since '90 'Fore Magic retired and Lakers head coach was Pat Riley I
bone a
bitch then bounce, baby girl, don't mind me If you mad, take it up with God, that's how designed me I'm multi-talented—fuck you think Jive signed me? The
only thing grimey is that pen that you write with Got your main hoe two-waying me on my Sidekick Talking how she fuck you but she really don't like it About my paper when it come to that hustle, I
all-night it If I
ain't been through it, yo, Havoc won't bite it I
can't keep it real for shit, but everything happens for a
reason So I
won't wifey the
wrong bitch I'm a
bastard, pimping in a
Caddy 16 I'm a
bastard, pimping in a
Caddy 16 Y'all know nothing 'bout it, make the
Maybach look weak With compartment secretly designed to stash the
heat Yo, these niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? Know these cannons'll blast off and make this place foggy Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the
door I
just introduce myself and let the
hammer applaud Yo, niggas know my style—fuck is wrong with you, doggy? Know these cannons'll blast off and make this place foggy Have everybody in this bitch cramped in the
door Running for life, amazing how you could move the
crowd with the 4