son I don't deal with cigarettes...I'm a real nicca, I smoke bud
N when I roll up, its like I'm drinking cause I start to choke up
smoke surrounds the whole cut...twenty four-seven, roll blunts
summertime N the dro have a dude head feeling like a coldcut
N when I sell the dope, customers says my supply blew minds
fiends call it time machine...feel like ya traveling through time
look I'm a hustler...I hold weight like a parent carrying a child
N I stock all kinds of merchandise...homie I got varying styles
took over the whole block, now I'm not just smuggling the dro
upgraded the business...pushing white like I'm shoveling snow
troubling my dough...nah...when I'm not rolling with the crew
got blades or I'm holding the two, to be controlling these dudes
when I unload the heat, not even soda cans can hold the pop
wanna be 'hardbodied'? son I'll leave ya slumped 'over rocks'
John Gotti type gangsta...think twice before ya touch my stash
or I'll put ya foot in ya mouth...you won't be in a rush to dash!!!
Dapa Don
before i became BIG i had to learn the ten crack commandments
a young nigga wit his own team, some niggaz couldnt stand it
but in between thoughts of stress my team bought the cess
let the monoxide hit our chest while anxious smokers called next
but in between puffs concocted the takeover of the big apple
sent soldiers out to smash out beef like processed cattle
see, me on the coner was never a vision of mine, petty money was a crime
learned from Don Gotti blowin like a land mine as a boss takes a matter of time
never really sold weed, juss smoked it while cleanin my heater
love chocolate, dro, haze, and especially mango pina
fuzz never give me shit i got em all in pocket
fridays fiends get free hits to have em high as a rocket
the cops dug my hustle never a need for immunity
the block loved my struggle always helped feed the community
but the irony is evident cuz sellin drugs is relevant
i help and hurt my people cuz i cant live in a tenament
