Many many asked if I knew the way to go
I thought I knew the answer, it seems I wasn't so
I picked and I picked for the lick, boy I searched
I slipped and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work
So now I take the stage on my what, third comeback
Now I know the tricks of the trade and where the slums at
Blows to the chest, buckshots from the gauge
Page after page, King Tee takes the rage
Lord have mercy when I pick up my pen
Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my sins
Cause I get drunk, but I get truck
There goes some gunshots, wait I gotta duck
What everybody running for? (Aww shit)
Can't take the plug of a .38 slug
Can't take the drug from the teenage thug
So I'mma break loose and do a flip-flop tuck
And land on my feet and show a drug technique
Era-era-era MC's seem to get souped when they group
With the big name, but see, none of them is game
For the royal, loyal, the one that stole your
Coup de ville when you thought you could chill
On my street, with your freak to freak
The freak played out, all on the weekend fell steep
In the creek, so I'mma put my crown upon the peak
And do it just for the thieves with the Jeeps
I know you feel scared, I got a criminal path
For a laugh I watch devils get whooped by Shaft
Who has a MAC-10, he's swift in the Benz
With the Glock, taking some young girl's cock
I grab that Jenna St. Ives by the stack
Never smoked crack but I drunk a lot of 'gnac
Mostly by the cup, grabbing my nuts
To the beat, hey y'all it's the drunk technique
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