Intro (CLPPNG)

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves

Somebody been sellin' 'em dreams again

Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again

The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to leave the den

Of thieves and hooligans ready to fettuccine the noodles

Of any cook looking new to the kitchen

Cooking up wishes and powder

Flour the pan and the cake'll bake even better

The cheddar stay in the refrigerator to keep it fresh until it's on

Every day is preparation for Armageddon

A holocaust, any cost, you want to get on

One, or on two, get three stacks and bring it back to the fortress

Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash'll make a motherfucker Cassius Clay

Quick to cash his pay

Checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin', po-po

On his shoulder, so he's slow, but he's goin', wouldn't you?

If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' through sweepin'

And nobody got a problem sweepin' over you

Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get over, get past it or suck a dick

Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning back

So quit back spinning and get a gat

Fuck a battle rap, rappers embattled where they at

Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and is probably eating the map

Verses versus the hearses, Versace versus the nerves and the pain

Slangin' seems to be a no-brainer, the same folks sayin' it ain't

They're the same folk never seen a caddy drippin' candy paint

Onto the block after the rain

Fucker, prepare for the storm

Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm

The spoken word is weak

Scream motherfucker, dreams are cheap

Ya ain't even even gotta sleep

Don't sleep, it's clipping., bitch