Rome Streetz Relapse
[Intro: Chris Rock as Pookie in New Jack City]
This crack shit man, it's got me man
I got no control over it man
I tried to kick it man, but the shit just be callin' me man
It be callin' me man, I just gotta go to it
I need help, man
[Verse]
Ayo
Ayo, you niggas must be sniffin' white
For thinkin' me and you was ever close to alike, dike, you Fisher-Price
I'm like the new Benny Blanco, makin' sure you miss your flight
Catch you outside of the airport, and clip your lights
I need my chips to stack like six midget type
Before the end of the year's up and that shit is light
I'm way iller than the bullshit you niggas write
Hit your windpipe, twist a knife, never miss the nights
Mommy said "son, switch your life"
Streetz got you, it's the night to howl at the moon like a wolf in strife
While you move timid
We was cookin' up the hard in the jar that used to have the baby food in it
Tell the fiend "wait a few minutes"
Fuck the judge, the DA, the captain and the lieutenant
You a fool if when you get the paper all you do is spend it
Or shit that don't get you more chicken
It's the flow that sent mortal opps to the mortician
Bro listen, I shine mad bright, more than glisten
Got it on my own 'cause before niggas never saw the vision
Now my shit way more than clickin'
Your work garbage, you cook yours
Tried to front and had a doctor wrappin' up your face with the good gauze
Slide on you niggas like church socks on wood floors
You niggas ass-backwards, lovin' thots like good broads
It's the lord, nothin' over that
Body everything and disappear off the scene like the Zodiac
MPA 930 with the gold shoulder strap
My right palm got your soul attached
Nigga
