Desparados - Remastered

(Verse 1)

I'm tucked on the border line

Where I'm picturing stones

I hit the switch, and watch them bitches be gone

Get it right figga, I'm in my rear view

Cause the streets can hear you

Bright moon to steer you, it's gotta be wild

Get in position cause the streets you'll find

Matter of fact I'm on a detail grind

Without no female lies, me and my team move

Ice like snow storms, the price gets

Tighter than vise grips, cause game is priceless

Jammed up with ice picks no way you can write this

Seven on the dices, the way that I like shit

Catch me in the background holding the mac now

You never back down bitches you better back down

(Hook)

Look in my eyes bitches tell me what you see

This right here, it's for the books like Frasier and Ali

Strap in ya belt cause we takin' the ride

Through this concrete jungle, where you scratch to survive

Ya gotta, play by the rules cause the wolves is lurkin

Night time the streets is quiet, but them wolves is workin

You can slip if you want, that's when ya know it's real

Back against the wall, that's when ya blow the steel

(Verse 2)

Hey yo I spit that crack, hit you with a freebie

After that, bet you keep coming back to see me

See me, now picture that

When I'm better than any other chick that rap

Ya'll acting like I ain't never picked up the bat

Or picked up a mac, and make a bitch shit in her slacks

So try chill and relax, till I little spaz

I done filpped chicks for just trying to give me a dap

But since boy I take ya jewels, I ain't givin 'em back

And they can investigate me I ain't givin 'em jack

It's neither big I bang (?) for the streets strictly

That's why everywhere I go I got beef in the east with me

Give me ya leaf and the piece is sticky, don't try nothing tricky

I punch you in ya neck go tell ya moms to hit me

Custom made khaki's, no Im not sticky

Who told ya'll chicks you was ****ing with me

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Too many hutlers, and not enough customers

shit on the hood, nobody gonna have no love for ya

Losing ya street cred on the real you can eat lead

And you don't want no problems, praying that the beef dead

Yo they brought me back to strangle the mood

The little and Slick Rick neck dangling gold

I ain't home but few times a day I be changing my clothes

I want this next generation to know

When rap suck, you brought it back to the essence

So sit back and really think before you ask any questions

Got this game in the cobra clutch cowards ya'll know what's up

And ya shook what's on this earth I seen so much stuff

I used to roll with Russ, the doors opened up

Doing big big things like making clothes and stuff

Street master mind, ya'll talking asinine

And I ain't have no choice my bitches I had to grind

I'm known for making moves, labels be baking fools

Everything is fixed, it's like people get paid to lose

A few occasions my neighbourhood do it major news

Ya boy got more flavor than Jamican food

(Hook)

(Verse 4)

Let's slow the process elimination

My bitches out for that mighty Dollar, What you chasing?

I done been where you trying to go and back again

I done seen bitches bang they own bitches

And believe me not an accident, so you think I give a ****

What you say, how you feel

My bitches never tell shit, but a coward will

I used to yap about the Maybach

A real bitch in this industry is like a needle in the hay stack

Fresh deodors, what we got before us

Suckers think they flow sick mind is rigor mortis

I don't know who the **** ya playing with

Price on ya head could be that **** ya laying with

That'll take you to ya maker, while I'm in Jamica

Twistin up that Celtic green bitches post like Vin Baker