Smooth Sailing

Yo, behind those mahogany walls, indoor pools with steel doors

Flipping eggs over in my silk drawers

While I'm charging my cell, sparking the L

Baby mother reading my mail

She said they switched seats to another jail

And his banger's on fire

He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire

That's when I pass her the bone, started to cough

And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out

Home buyers see the sign, yeah ya'll I'm moving out

In front of the crib niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out

Thirty G living room sets, porcelain plates

With big giant wall units

Even the front grass saw your boy doing it

Ton' Stark could never fall

I even put work in, under the floor

In the box with the ox and my skeleton jaw

Tell them soldiers I'm in the bush if the president call

It be nothing but smooth sailing

When the heat shot, now your crews bailing

I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down

Five and turn, now let the pistola's pound

Where the fuck is the kids crown?

Lady luck briefing all over the dykes

With seven forty five L-I's, the color of Cajun rice

This the passion of Christ, done seen it and felt it all

To rat shit in my boots

Like how the fuck the rats get in my boots

The round metal that sizzles

Rapper more dead meat than Reynolds (Get 'em)

Injuries that have you missing more games than Kerry Kittles

There's a war going on outside, you hear the fiddles?

And you so called units gettin' jumped

And get your body severed apart with pumps

Watch who you talk around, cause I seen niggas snitching

And they quick to turn on you, like keys in the ignition

Niggas start submitting, when them slugs is spitting

And believe me that shit will hurt, like when your drugs is missing

Yo these bullets ain't thug resistant

And to see a nigga dying, choking off his own blood is sickening

Picture that, now picture this

Picture me running in your lab, like Allen Iverson waving the fifth

But this ain't no domestic dispute, go head and get cute

Force my hand and see if I'm connected with loot

Somebody gonna find your body on the section of the roof

The art of gunplay, I stay perfected when I shoot

And this ain't no lottery, but ya'll dudes could take seven

These slugs will have your ass burning up, like Faith Evans

Facial expressions change, when you facing that weapon

Nigga your ass gonna die, try to escape within seconds