[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Yeah, roll that sh*t up, man
Make that sh*t fat, man, yeah
[Dom Pachino]
Why-y-y, f*cking with a n*gga like P
Ya'll n*gga must wanna die-ie-ie
Come and try-y-y, and get your sh*t f*cked up
I'll have your mama just cry-y-y
I'm so fly-y-y, ya'll n*ggas go with a slice well
I'mma need the whole pie-ie-ie
Let me tell you why-y-y, boom bye bye
Throw your ass in hot oil, watch the botti boy fry
I was raised in the soil, made my way out the coils
You can say I was spoiled, cuz I was raised in the rotten apple
I had to tackle, made from the best stuff on Earth like a Snapple
And I pop alot in every popping spot, plus I love to shop alot
I did some sh*t, but I never seen Camelot
But I performed at every jamming spot
Whether I was getting paid or not
But I was getting laid alot
Ya'll botti boyz must of forgot what you dealing with
I'mma remind ya'll b*tch ass n*ggas quick
You dealing with some real live live players
You dealing with some real mack mack sprayers
[Shyheim]
Dred simmer likkle youth, do you smoke ganja?
If so, blaze up, lick a spliff with me
Me said cool, him say 'where's the light?'
I said I'm the light, it's a fire you seak
Some days I wake up, and I feel like quitting
Other days I fall asleep, and I'm glad I didn't
Thank God for the strength and the blessing he's given me
Me do sh*t, sales on me broke easy like celery
It's hard being a father, gotta plan for your future
Think about my little girl before I pull out to shoot ya
Before I post up and sell drugs, before I rob a person
Stop and ask myself, is a life of crime my purpose
Since you've been gone, John, I've been going hard God
Taking them extra steps, you know what the odds are
I did a show in ATL and I smashed it
They was wilding and shouting all the words to my classics
The bad little bast*rd, freestyle from my dome
Dom P, tellin' me to bring the Staten Island sh*t, home
So I'mma do that, n*gga, never say who that n*gga
It's a crip, muthaf*cka, and I'm blew that n*gga
And I wear a lotta blue, that n*gga
And I get in a blue range, cuz I'm true to that n*gga
You can flip, you can front, like you want it with Shy
But you know me, I've been doing sh*t since I was yah-yah
Yah-yah, age, since goo-goo gah-gah days
Since RZA and the Meth, blowing through your set
n*gga don't want it, straight up and down, you know me
f*ck it, I'm f*cking with you, cuz you my homey, Dom P