You got your veritable *** snowstorms of cocaine and smack, whatever the hell else they shove in their veins, you got a worldwide crime syndicate now, there's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings, there's no feelings for this country, energy. From the underworld comes the street novelists, I'm marvelous, no tolerance, trying to get my own providence, chicken head, blow up my hotline, ain't the cops fine, empty shells, I test my gun, busting that stop sign, fiends going through withdrawals, my niggas got no morals, niggas get murdered, paint murals, make the racist floral, my aura's for you, mental twisted, I can call you, street corners bored, you'll test a guard and rust and destroy you, we scheming on scales and gates, picturing L's and sticks, getting thousand dollar bills for possessing flakes, ones that are inclusive with the exclusive, the guard's invisible, elusive, style is inconclusive, unfair, some of my transcripts are wearing down, in the deep pool of bloody money, a lot of niggas drown, my niggas break bread doing state bids, a nigga that hates feds, and when I bring it, ain't no escape kid, throw my peoples in the state where skies are grayer, rubber ties, they paper, it's the empire status, on the file, troubles ain't greater, minor league niggas bleed major, we the empire status, I run with degenerates who serve fiends and derelicts, sip alcoholic beverages and leave your hemorrhaging, wicked ducky derby cheese and converti threes, a black man can't have nothing, another search and cease, my words are 18 karat, the stylus is golden, tyrants controlling me and my pirates stay holding, leave no stone unturned, I'm one third of the light that the sun burn, with orbs of guns and ferns, where my crew assembly, ain't nothing friendly, clips get empty, prosecutors get vexed cause the attempts be, suited in no jeans coat, blurry from the weed smoke, boiler high, the bees gives me debris free coke, low Caesar, king intellect, the pro speak, I hide your face so police won't snap your picture with Konica, the grand plea lifestyle makes me throw dice down, my niggas up north sending depressive kites down, throw my peoples in the state where skies are grayer, rubber ties, they paper, it's the empire status, on the file, troubles ain't greater, minor league niggas bleed major, we the empire status, knowledge the heavens like Copernicus with verbal trips, rhyme merciless, the damp weed got me an herbal bliss, niggas rise but it's easy to take the plunge, as I forwardly lunge to get funds, that's where the young is compelling, back once again, the known felon, tongues get numb and we get lump sums from what we selling, once the garbage ain't your heritage, and the feline silks commemorative, from 86 when you could better live, nowadays it's strictly foul play, my crew live life the wild way, where rikers ass stays since they child days, I'm lost and found and my people scuffing and scrams, murders committed, I turn religious and then muffle the sand, queens niggas got crazy chronicles, and some diabolical, niggas that's putting weapons to proper use, this boulevard nigga is strictly out for cash, I'm in whips with chicks with leather seats fitting up on they ass, time will pass, and the unknowns upon us, live lawless in this savage world, black peoples as martyrs, throw my peoples in the state where skies are grayer, rubber ties, they paper, it's the empire status, on the file, troubles ain't greater, minor league, niggas bleed major, we the empire status, throw my peoples in the state where skies are grayer, rubber ties, they paper, it's the empire status, on the file, troubles ain't greater, minor league, niggas bleed major, we the empire status