The Drop Off lyrics

[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
Make sure he drops them sh*ts off
I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)
Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!

[ShaCronz]
I got n*ggas on the block, block
n*ggas with them gats, gats
n*ggas on the strip, strip
Pumpin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
My n*ggas got that Dutch, Dutch
n*ggas got that black, black
n*ggas got a b*tch, b*tch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
n*gga front then we get at duke
di*k hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
Cut you like a cantelope
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the b*tch cute, we don't sex raw
We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the n*gga to check for
[Hook: Freemurder]
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E
And my n*gga Crizzee baby, and my n*gga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby

[Interlude: girl (RZA)]
*moaning*
Bobby stop!
Bobby *sirens* the cops is comin
*moans*
(That sh*t is tight girl)
*cops: "hey you!"
*moans*
(f*ck that mothaf*cka, you know how I do)
*sirens*
*moans*
*car speeding off*

[RZA]
Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
Direction of the cop inside the chopper
I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
This b*tch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to c*m, and I'm pinchin' her c*nt *girl moans*
Ninety miles per hour I'm like "f*ck these punks!"
It's the land of the free son, you only live once
You a smart motherf*cker or stupid dunce?
Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pus*y got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, I'm shiftin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And my di*k's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the God with plenty chips
[Girl]
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
And his di*k's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
And left the bar with plenty chips

[Hook]