In hollywood everybody got a business card In manhattan everybody got a business card In new orleans... everybody got a gun, and a bible, and a net, or some type of a fishing rod, And at night, if you listen hard, You can hear gunshots from blocks away or fiends pushin bricks through cars, I'm from the same dark alley niggas never go down, Forty ounce glass and needles on the merry go round Look, abracadabra bitches, I ain't the average nigga yappin on a track for riches, Even though my rags to riches tale is vicious hell, A lot of niggas sick an pale when I spit the braille You feel me? I never ever ever slipped and fell You hear me? And any pussy that decide to try and come near me Will get raped crushed and left for dead on the hill I'll be on the pyramid stairs out of Brazil Now put that in your pipe and get twisted Make like fingerprints and get lifted Nobody spit the sick shit like I do The bayou kid so deep on google you need goggles Nigga I'm sick with this I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury and the snitches in the witness pit
