Radiant Jewels

(feat. Cormega, Sean Price)

Chef... let's do it...

Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends

Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in

Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves

Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo

Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens

That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas

Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings

Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans

Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like

Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo

So killers be cool, pimps, read rules

When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Blues

Striving, nigga, with one side

Don't go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die

Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat

DeNiro told one soul to keep quiet

Aiyo, word to mother

Ya'll niggas better bring ya selfs son, word

When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura

I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras

The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin't

Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aquaduct

Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up

Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping

I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse

Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich

With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick

I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness

It's lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation

If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in

My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans

And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with?

Cor, Mega, raw forever

Fell back, pause, fell off? Never

P! Shaolin, what up?

Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs

Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Aztecs

Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect

Homey, owe me dough, that's how we fucked up his last check

Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been

Metro part with the plan, make major figures

Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back

You got shot, get off my ball sack

You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack

Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back

P, ain't a problem that the God can't handle

I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo

Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused

Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit

Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy

Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me