Lyrics Situations - Bigg Dogg feat. Irv ParaDice

Ayo my raps philosophical witty potent and logical
Pour me in a hourglass and check out what my time do
Phantom of the opera even though i bleed red
My heart blacker than the monsters hiding under my bed
Wasted my with fucking killers
I dont really know you niggas playing fanmode
Talking down tryna take a picture
What the fuck you niggas thought
My niggas still up in court
And still flipping for the cash
Things are never ignored
Lemar and Dauley on the dash
Hundred 50 a half
Hitting Petey's up for brunch in the east joking and laughs
Been peeping these crabs, no locs i mean the crabs
These slouchy cats having leftovers outta my trash
Im tryna make peace god
But everytime i hit the streets boi
Believe i need more
Tryna catch a body or a Rico
Uh Uh
Im tryna see a kilo
Or the cash or whatever brings me peace yo

Never seen a drought always got the product coming
My bank looking like an intercom alot of numbers
Ducking the D's and the police cameras
Trapped in the P's handle keys like a janitor
Jakes run up on me and I toss the pack
Call my lawyer nigga I aint getting charged for that
Im from 1-1-7 St Nicholas
Where niggas half yo age wont hesistate to stick ya up
Shit ridiculous
Get the guap I aint getting knocked
Making drops on the corner near the chicken spot
448 Grams in the damn P though
My crime organized like the Gambinos
Or the Bonannos
4 Shooters up in the tahoe
And they catch yo ass slippin walking out of McDonalds
So everywhere you go start focusing
I just hope it clear like poland spring nigga