hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on
about the game! [SMOKEY] There was that pullman car that I got lost in, On a sleeper out of Boston! [ALL] Yeah? Yeah? [SMOKEY] Compartment doors all look the same there Walked
m a teen, 'cause like a teen My pants always saggin' and I walk with a bop The sex part of my time, I walked from my pop No longer on timey and was never on
on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I
ever gone smoke no more And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more We in the club like (Damn homie
I paid for it too I can stay here as long as I want" Folks, you wanna go up and down stairs Move into a fifth floor walk up on the lower east side, okay
to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this (repeat 2X) [Lil' Dap] Aiyyo spark up the mic, little shorty on some wild shit I'll pull your file, walk
in B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when
don't care, Anyhow, anywhere, anytime I swear, As son up on a Nigga, I will run up on a Nigga With the gun up on a Nigga, now I'm one up on a Nigga
Till they make some type of vaccine, I'm a problem I don't sleep when a soul got that wrong Even Vera Wang could get tapped on Clapped on, mashed on like
Sacco and Vanzetti both have died, And drifted out with the Boston tide. 'Twas on the outskirts of this town, Some bandits shot two pay clerks down, On
gone Turned on some music to start my day I lost myself in a familiar song I closed my eyes and I slipped away It's more than a feeling (More than
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet Have you on your boulevard C walking The birds keep hawking Why? Cause im hurtin every CD I?m walking from DC to Boston
one more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian Fine I can keep you down, and get you high You like to blow? like Boston George you want some more, for you
floor And promise me that I will be His girl forever more His girl forever more His girl forever more Who?ll promise me that I will be His girl forever more
? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission