Ayo, I'm rollin' like a bat out of hell Evil a cappelle fly, spittin' out of my grill Before it hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a sun-kiss, certain broads double dust this They call it in they wrist pills, berry blazes Straighten the combs left on the stove Closin' my lady hair Plus y'alls a lil' go-gog, uh-oh, chainin' ball technique Got these vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips Jumpin' out they seats, 18, bronzeman part two We like Dorothy Hamill on ice, we in your hood, we might circle Hats down, low on the range, switch lanes Chains, my tire peel out, real hot and they stained Yo, I'm sittin' on your hood, kid, I'm sittin' on your hood Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good Draped out, soundin' like a fresh 50 cent piece Your girlfriend, come here, oh ***, you my man's niece The gourmet pockets, one-inch bombs made of clay Seska pace, take place, we fuckin' 48 shades, Mike Walk up in your studio, time-slap your engineer Slide a fluid, your dad's down, hand me the matches now Ayo, rainbow rollie on the wrist, now what's this? Niggas bless this, eight-and-a-half, bally banana twist East shakes, puffin' on pine, feedin' the seed plates Pullin' out old dirty eights, they're all gates Major wake up, the kids tell tales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga whip, take off his time, Honolulu status Glad it's the rich, rock cabbage and dollar Vans, Gans That nigga man's savage, place in every hall of justice Niggas came chromed out, just came home, now they boned out Money be longer than triple light, till the sun burn out That's my work, movin' with the burner out Fidel, what you thinkin'? What with the Mac-Bent accent? Most of my team, five percent, check with the live scent Rollin' with guest vets, pedestrians, yo Holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand-dollar lesbians Yo, the older guard put me on and had to ride this Maintain 360, Lord, live prosperous Only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in a respectable mind Yo, the older guard put me on and had to ride this Maintain 360, Lord, live prosperous It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life One time in a respectable mind Let the shots spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tie scars with skid marks, leave some jams in school parks Witness, forget his original statement Even in protection programs, there's no escapement Gunned down, fleeing town, hit Kane from seven crowns Spent rounds catchin' while he rhymed with the zebra lounge Wounded back in the 83, summer heat Up in 309 Park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets, demonstratin' Mike Racks Onlookers think I ain't playin' with a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know the scare They sorta comin' to woo In the awn of Times Square, household name Assassin, killer bee, mill to the grain That possessible trilogy, quick to spot those That bite, camouflage, and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing Copycats are finicky without skills They master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page An unspotted life on the mic is old age