I’m tailor-made, so my cloth different
Talk slickest, been up in the water where the sharks swimming
You a bunch of mark n#gg#s: Steven Segal
Central Park n#gg#, screw face, go and beat you with chrome
Hit the marina in the boat while I’m steaming the choke
I believe in the oath I took, sweet have my loafers look
Fly sh#t, I wrote the book, 200 grams, I know some cooks
Boca Raton, booked blue water
n#gg#s shining like the rioters that went through Fordham
n#gg#s looting, lil’ n#gg#s got bazookas, get bullied, they lit the school up
Rick the Ruler; hey, young world, this a children story
Crack money still enjoying, my n#gg#s dealing to the morning
This that poison like Bell Biv and them
Block on fire, hell’s kitchen lit
Stay in my corner like the dells you listening, moving pharmaceuticals
Hood sh#t, catch n#gg#s coming out of funerals
Listen: it can be your man, indeed, rolling with a den of thieves
The judge gave ‘em a century, still mobbing like the Genovese
I got a different energy, illuminate your cruiserweight
Been doing this sh#t since S&S and clue tapes
Olatunji, known to kill drum loops
Live from the jungle, area code 212
In Mecca like I’m Malcolm, yeah
Alpha male, this here soul of mine is not for sale
Saw my first digital scale ‘cause my pops had one
Blocks full of handguns, n#gg#s getting robbed random
Charles Manson sh#t, gargantuan, Manhattan stripes
Weed color amethyst while n#gg#s plan the hits
Acura Integra with the rims, n#gg#s so 90’s
We some Tommy Hill, ice rocking, n#gg#s don’t mind me
Rose Diamond’s champagne thoughts like I’m O Rhyming
Flow’s almighty, “Where You At”, Pun co-signed me
Taking in jewels from the old-timers
Harlem n#gg#s flying on the bikes look like Ghost Rider
I bought the Moët giant size, it’s that kinda night
Meyer Lansky type, still fighting with the Antichrist
“Who want to test the real scandalize
Spanish kids close to God like evangelist”
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DJ Swet & Milano Constantine Lyrics – 200 Gram’s