this shit ain't cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
Still in all it's a play out
Might get them niggas laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
And yo don't point that shit at me
Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
Left the crib wit my hand brolic
Might get knocked take the wrist coward
Yo Fernando what happened?
Shit cooking up backwards
Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
Fuck that papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the Power- Wu chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product
Papi yo why y'all want to jucks me
we got the best clientele since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
Julie go to the store get some flour
Sat back burning a big dutch
glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyr ex sizzling
Rainy day murder black won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business
But they still ain't gon' violate
What I stand for wid these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the water
Knew I shouldn'ta hit the
He mighta showed more love
Broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the
twirl around particles grew
Fly Khaluas is mad sliding
Feeling like Castro's cousin
Gave them niggas all of my life
All of my paper all my judgement
It droppa only like an ounce worth
Should I just come out my shirt
Go berserk and let the Macks burst
Skate off body in the Bronx
Seventeen five was the total
Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling