HSH 6 (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus]
Crystal ball
There's so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
There's so many things I've got to know
Crystal ball
Won't you tell me please before I go
Crystal ball

[Verse 1: Quilly]
"Why you standing in the Projects Quilly
It's time to go", "why the f*ck you got a bomb on you
Quilly you bout' to blow"
All nighters at Sunny's house, knowing I got a show
All these rappers lukewarm, you hot
I'm like "I know"
LeRoy, I got the glow, this sh*t slow
Move that white like Pillsbury boy I want the dough
I was trappin' in my smokers house, sleepin' on a (?)
Move dimes, chop 20s the size of croutons
Them b*tches like "cut me a check if you do sign"
In due time, I ain't waitin' on a deal like Coupons
On Dek, I got some paper behind me
Them snakes closer than you think, I got some haters beside me
Dumb n*ggas' can't figure the ovi
Their read soggy
f*ckin' b*tches like bill Cosby, I need some head prolly
If I did that 4 to 8 baby, would you wait baby?
Or f*ck my man soon as they send me upstate, maybe
The game shady, 1, I own these n*ggas'; Tracy McGrady
Word to mommy, bought the Tommy di*k Tracy
I was a dirty n*gga, but all my cousins was wavy
My auntie took me to strawbridge's way before Macy's
The game crazy, I own my publishing, can't rape me
Money is safe, but the whistle never on safety
I keep the toaster, strudel, I make pastries
In the kitchen, gettin' back, I know you lames hate me
This b*tch givin' up the coochie, but I ain't goin' sushi
She fightin' it, the rollie buss down like a Loosie
I look a n*gga in his eyes like "don't be surprised"
I stretch before I put that work out; exercise
I stop everything I'm doin' when I hear a (?)
You doin' everything you can just to stop the grind
Droppin' dimes, givin' up tape, can't even Gangsta Grill
I c*ck back, give em 30 like they taking pills
My n*gga had a good year, till' they gave him wheels
I'm bussin' traps for the thrills, that sh*t give me chills
I had to step it up, Rocky Balboa, word to Noah
I'm here, it ain't there, that sh*t is over
Cook coke in a Coffee pot, not Foldgers
Why would they cop them lil' nickels? They could cop Boulders
I put that sho box money in my TD
Word to Red's, I'm gettin' money like my n*gga "E"
I graduated from standin' on that hot corner
I put my lil n*ggas' in the field; Pop Warner
Chill baby, stop draw'n, you just a bad light skin jawn
You not foreign
I got picks now, I got your sister on my di*k now
I don't even make twerk songs, so why she strip down?
You thought "Real One" was a hit
Watch how I get now
They say them tables turn, flip this whole sh*t round
[Chorus]
Crystal ball
There's so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
There's so many things I've got to know
Crystal ball
Won't you tell me please before I go
Crystal ball

[Talking/Ending]
"Who Killed Sanchez?
"Scary lil b*tch please... I'm one of the realest n*gga left outchea... you think I'm bout to miss my chance of becoming a real n*gga by telling you who reallh did it? When I know who did it.... but I ain't bout to tell you cuz Imma take the charge.. that's what real n*ggas do... you got the game f*cked up outchea.. YOU A WHOLE HOE OUTCHEA!!!"