Intro:Dismal sketches of...Jersey trife shit

Hook:

Fire and brimstone is our life's stage

So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage

A rich nigga is still a nigga just harder to fade (why?)

There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5)

Verse 1:

I'm that type of rapper that'll take a half an hour in advance

(And do the hustle) and I don't mean that 70's dance

The king of punch lines I do what I gotta for my backroll

Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for

salary

Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me

Chino equality for the high or low black son I'm betting on that

Seeking universal mastery

Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery

Ol'Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences

Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill

Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there's 10 of me

Your hootie's an obsenity, corporate at the pope

But shooting bullets with no memory

Hook:

"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"

Verse 2:

I need that cream split and I've seen

Enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don't mean shit

So back in 9-5 I said "Fuck a 9 to 5" I ain't John Travolta

Gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive, from New Jerz to Cali

Get my swerve, servin' silence, ultra violence

A lot of islands, avoiding niggas that's spineless

I got the lay, who's beefing this kid heartless

Harry reasons vary, shot him at the vally

Took the Jag keys from the valay, Robert Shalay

Top down drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray

I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange

Local crew conplain I'm spitting out more k