Yeah   One-two, one-two, nigga   Line for line, line for line   How we get down wit' da rhyme   Yo, it be a line for line, line for line   This is how we get down   Yeah, line for line, line for line   This is how we get down      Yo, Can you feel me?   Storytellin' rap Magellan I ain't tellin'   Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin'   Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up   Seen him at a rap show actin' like fat cat though   Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy   This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!   Cat surrounded, this political brown kid   All out the wind yo, my man walked in   Pullin' mints out son had mad clientele   Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill      Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state   They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington   You know the kid with the most doe-getters   And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters   That's my man, that's my man too   Call him up on the strength of the Wu   And watch me game, yo grab the cell   I got a heist to pull off well   At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L   Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock   No time for weed plus no time to get locked      That night, up in the staircase   Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face   We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump   Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfidiger   Guess who walked in, Abbott and his man from Farragut   Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black   Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?   Stop playin' Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat   (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)   Stop lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up   He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings   Six carats a piece plus the chain swing      Like anchors on ships flooded wit' all diamond chips   Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips   Layin', two bottles of brass I was slayin'   Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment   Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock   Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch   Kion, gag his mouth   Infra-redded his head when he entered   But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda   A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life      Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Columbian niggaz   Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor   Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers   Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost   Thought for a second, turned around   Threw the nine in his meatloaf   Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?   I don't know   Shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch