Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I´m the first line of defense (yeah) And I´ma show ´em what that means (yeah)
[Chorus 1 - Paul Cain] I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn´t make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I´ma buck you And put a hole in your chest that´s big enough to drive a truck through
[Verse 1 - Paul Cain] I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the difference now is only Deserts If I talk it´s gonna be reckless; I´m ready to die So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon´ respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told ´em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain´t crazy, they just broke and confused; cross me And they´ll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news I´ma career crook - they used a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police (nah) You wanna converse it better be brief; you ain´t gotta say much Show me the money and the cheddar´ll speak If it ain´t involvin bread, I ain´t with it I don´t need D´s on me, I´m already dodgin Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don´t discriminate, leave CEO´s and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I´m tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life Live everyday like my last night; OD´in or X When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night (yeah) Niggaz (uh), Street Dreams (yeah) (uh), (yeah)
[Chorus 2 - Fabolous] I see ya faggot ass schemin - fuck you Bitch you don´t wanna swallow semen - fuck you No you hate the way I´m "Street Dreamin" - fuck you
That´s why I ridin, clappin, wit the .40 Cal screamin - fuck you
[Verse 2 - Fabolous] When I pulled the 5 out; I kinda expected For the backstabbers, to be standin behind me, wit they knives out Then the Range, wit the fins drove in I wasn´t shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin But - I still pull through the sty; wit handguns As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh You prolly heard about the bullets I buy; and how it look like I´m throwin batteries, when the bullets shoot by So what, you wear a vest, why would I care If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea Nigga, it´s nothing to clap ya; but I´m more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa That´s why I´m limpin off wit a freak; and a lawyer Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week I could show you how to blow up on ya own; in a Benz That´ll hit a buck! and make the windows go up on they own Wit a stash box compartment for; a handgun That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors My closet look like department stores; and you wonder why Ya girl´s comin home, wit a cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won´t believe how much ass I touch Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts That´s why I get followed by broads; wit deeper throats Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin swords Y´all hopin that the Don fall off; but my money´s long enough To keep shootin ya bank until, ya arms fall off I´m eatin, and I ain´t have to use someone´s utinsels And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you But please don´t let someone convince you; to test the kid And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka