Intro:
Word up
Man I don't know
Let's get funky around here though
(Ghostface Killah)
Verse 1:
I formed a crew, n*ggas straight tell me I'm slippin
I'm the boss of the fam, I need to watch my position
b*tches are sneaky, trifling and not to be trusted
A weak link in the chain, and the chain'll get busted
Don't trust her, love is for suckers
Too many enemies is out there son
Tryna bring the ruckus
Keep a tight circle, don't let it rain on your parade
Keep doing what we do and getting money and getting paid
Verse 2:
I need sales
Word
It's mind boggling
The heart wants it, the mind rejects it
f*ck the past, lets put the present
In perspective
That's my lady, she would never back stab across me
Stand butt-naked in the storm, sippin the (inaudible)
You force me to choose? Imma follow my heart
She was there from the beginning, but I tore'em apart
No more Deluca's, straight killa bees on a swarm
And when it's time to get (inaudible) she put her game face on