The Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]
That n*gga Diamond D threw me the loop (Oh word? Let's get it)
Yo, Nick, let's just go off on this b*tch right here, man, classic sh*t (Straight bars, bro)
Go in, no punches no, nothin', man (No type of sh*t like that)
Let's go! Uh! (Cypher style) Yeah!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Now check it out, I'll kill your baby in your baby carriage
Bust a shotgun at your wedding that's a perfect marriage
Pray to God a n*gga catch your G in his ride
Hit 'em with that (BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!) Cracker, stand your ground
This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dope
I see zombies in the trap next to Phantoms and the ghost
pus*y on the pole, prophesies an option when you grow up on the stove and your pops is never home, uh
We miss the heroin with the tranquilizer, n*gga
All that's missin' is the thrill of synthesizin', n*gga
Junkies hobblin' back like like a Clydesdale
Throwin' n*ggas off the boat like crime fell
I'm on the top deck on the coast of Tropez
Spendin' coins, chasin' tail just to drop heads
High times, pull the mag fully loaded chrome
Rollin' stones on the cover of the Rolling Stone

[Interlude: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! (Ay, you did that sh*t though, Crack)
Yo, Nicky Shades! (Yeah! Yeah!)
Hit them n*ggas with that sh*t man! (Hey! Hey!)
Diamond D on the track! (Yeah!)
Ahhhhhh! (Hey!)
[Verse 2: Nick Shades]
Hey
First of all wanna thank my connect for putti'n me on game and always bein' on deck
Young Cuban, so I had to get the link up on my neck
Then I link the homie Crack to make this money manifest
Architect the many schemes with the intent to dividends
To come direct in my direction type of sh*t when sh*t come in
My formula is immaculate, net worth the [?]
Slangin' sh*t the masses want while gettin' lifted by the hemp
My n*ggas always packin' pistols, wanna trip? Then be my guest
Blaow! And then we disappear with pure finesse
And b*tches like Montana tryna end up more like Sosa
So I gamble with the coke until my cash flow runneth over
Got so many stash spots, my G, more weight than a boulder
Rather cliché to save a homie, f*ck how you feel
And I'ma keep stackin' the stack and make this paper for real
From Dade County to The Bronx, I'm tryna come up for real
We'll score some bomb piff to reach to way higher conscious
Use the ruby from what's blazin to enlighten the darkness

[Outro: Fat Joe & Nick Shades]
Aight, aight
Yo, Nick Nick Nick, chill chill, man! (Oh!)
Chill Nick! (sh*t n*gga!)
That's it, Nick! (Man, I can go forever bruh!)
Nah Nah Nah Nah, this the future, Nick Shades, chill chill, man!
(Hey!)