it s the capital c little a n i capital b u s whattup g even from a distance i got a front row seat and i m watchin what y all don t see listen up kids your favorite artists are mafia bosses from the streets to the corporate office of they lawyers niggas got money and then they got hungry got friends in powerful places just like bugsy but more ugly it s gon get bloody niggas don t know the side of the street shit the tv don t show tour buses full of weed and coke gettin a hundred g s a show these niggas got cheese to blow on the phone governor hits gotta hide they mothers and kids talkin in code watchin out for the feds every day they address change hoppin out of bombproof automobiles from real jet planes the mainstream think they just rappin they don t have the eyes or ears to see or hear what s happenin i m from an island where the skinny niggas ride it s an island where the real skinny niggas die ask my nigga spragga benz he ll tell you why we represent jamaican pride it s a war bein fought on all levels let me paint the picture it s the straights against the gays but the gays is richer there s a lot of sexy beasts in the system that like men more than women cause they spent so much time in the prison i can tell you what it is and what it isn t this shit is subliminal can t see it without the criminal vision motherfuckers is livin a life nobody ain t filmin thug tv and it ain t for children guns sex money and drugs fuck your feelings feds puttin smoke detectors with bugs in ceilings niggas hirin they own law enforcement goin to court bent dollars be talkin drop the charges don t forget that nigga shyne comin home soon and i know he hungry i wonder what he gon do if you can hear me cousin i got my money on you what niggas sayin in the streets is true see you soon we can do somethin with spragga b or elephant man when you come home you see my shit is militant man i just came back from belize my uncle got married to this drug lord s niece and bought a 36 karat marquis i ll holla at you we ll discuss the plan i m a soldier but i squeeze with a delicate hand the 50 cal cost fifteen thou and i ain t stupid enough to say i got one you figure it out it s a lot of nosy niggas around that s why i moved the fuck out of new york to a less busier town with a 9 to 5 i still experience life on the finer side hollerin ride or die man of flesh with the eyes of god a concrete bunker protects my mind so i cry inside while i watch how the media designed the lies but real niggas see eye to eye while fake niggas run around lookin for another ride to buy with they lawyers co signin the crime i rhyme like there s a hundred million dollars on the line every time i m ready to place a bet any time empty a whole nine into any shield you hide behind to breach your contract with father time just an old problem in the modern world you see how these niggas is thorough from borough to borough i ll give you referrals 7 1 8 3 6 0 2 5 1 send the last digit on a bullet through a barrel my hundred pound rucksack full of ammo and army apparel if a nigga really wanna battle