man i spit my game at a mile a minute i got a dope ass watch with no diamonds in it i like to sway back and fourth like a jesus piece and im harlem nights ready like della reese what you tell that freak its a quarter to 8 i m at tads takin down this t bone steak i m from the b a y a r e a fillmoe god khan nicky andre i probably said it before yo squares beware that debonair savoir faire in the air i got air forces 1s god i keep em untied im married to the game never see the bride you look into my eyes it got the color of a sticker they get a little bloodshot when i hit liquor my timex ticker is tickin it keep me up nights i can t help but listen i bust with destruction at any little function you can say something i dont wanna hear nothing keep it all coming guns keep gunnin the crack game changed but dope fiends hit the oven my life line s in the picture frame a lost soul tryna find home again yo my billy holliday characteristics pushes me towards the dope that i have to get with my timex is the ticker it s like a track meet girl you gotta get quicker gotta get quicker gotta get quicker gotta get quicker