Darryl

Alright there it go again

Yo, yo

Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' 'em

Hoppin' in with Glocks an' 'em

Stick up kids on dead-end streets

We pop 'em first, we box 'em in

Behind the wheel, the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen

Tryin' to find whatever hoes that he can tie his sock up in

To stop the bleedin' lotta reasons

Lotta goons they wanna eat

The money pop a lotta shit

The stick up game is outta season

First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eating pizza

He didn't even peep us

This is practice, thuggin' with free access

Original hitmen, born shooter that wear glasses

Guns that stop traffic ain't afraid to blast it, bitch

This is Iraq iron not plastic

We hog tie, duck tape, take long drives

You in the trunk balls out naked, you gon' die

Any place on Gods green earth you gon' fry

Night, night, you going to bed, but not to the Stuy

Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp

If I can't get on a plane then I'm catchin' a blimp

Told a brown skin, "Yeah you could call me a pimp"

But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost from the pack

The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at

Weeded and saucy, black jeans, jewelry glossy

Early in the mornin', toast and coffee

You can't off me, your wack flow suck and exhaust me

I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chic shortly

I'm bow-legged with dogs, can't none of ya'll walk me

Honey's love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me

I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up

You can't inch up, don't even flinch up

Honey's get wet and they panties be all drenched up

I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up

Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks

36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up

Armored tank Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck

Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens

Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king

Am I, my persona, man its nada, this is not a thing

Island got Italians load the tallons and the bada-bing

Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, ya'll don't make a scene

Making cream, how I make it up with out the Maybelline?

Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's

Not the playground to play around with

Just try and take a swing

Yadamean? It's not a see saw battle

Not the bridge you wanna travel

'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazano is narrow

Just, Me Denny and Darryl

Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel

Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow

Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle

Key to the city, judge throw away the gavel

Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel