Bernadines

It's all your fault, Al (uh uh, uh)
 It's all...
 Where we at?
 Bo Jackson, let's get it (ay, 227)
 Can't none of y'all mirror me back (at all)
 Back to them ol' feel and run boys steerin' the at (uh huh)
 Ain't have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke)
 Was choppin' up them 8-balls with a house full of fiends (let's get it)
 Run in and out, then I pull off
 Once I count up the cream (it's all here)
 Got Uncle Whoadie takin' calls while I round up the beans (iceman)
 Want all the blues and the orange, my niggas so Detroit (hell block)
 Taj Mahal told me pull up, he said he on the course
 A smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dime
 Told auntie "Hurry the fuck up", she took her sweet time
 I pulled off 'fore she made it on
 She was takin' too long (where we at?)
 Jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back)
 For bein' patient, she hate waitin', I hate takin' shorts (I does)
 Woke up this morning off the drank, shit had me late for court (drugs)
 Four fives and two sixes, dude up, VA no sport (uh huh)
 That's two pints, add it up, my niggas drinkin' quarts (what else?)
 On hell block, still in the flame, don't make me blast the torch
 My PO parked up at my crib, she say I ain't report
 Got me depressed
 Murder is a tough thing to digest
 30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects
 Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps
 Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net
 Streets is watchin'
 Murder is a tough thing to digest
 It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
 Murder is a tough thing to digest
 Yeah, you know the rest
 Eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah)
 Can hear the concrete crack soon as I step foot on the ground
 I been up and runnin', only six to rep my niggas
 With enough shooters to round up and shut the city down
 With ten 47s, ain't no question, we did them niggas foul
 Heavy press, my niggas plow, better catch up with your crowd
 Grew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild niggas
 My hitters, they're game with this shit, y'all niggas clout killers
 It's concreatures, two-way
 Tu sei, siete, rockin piete from the UK on the expressway (where we at?)
 On my way to the next play, bumped into Jefe
 He went up on the ticket
 Plus this shit look like it's played with (what's this?)
 Spotty in the middle, off-white
 Without no shine to it (why this shit look like this?)
 Was somethin' like a piano, I had to fine-tune it (uh)
 Honor student from the university of crime school (crime U)
 Your baby mama used to move the work for me and find blues
 Five rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang)
 Never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or rob
 From the La Famil', cross the fam, take it up with God
 This mafia shit so for real, I had to pay my time
 Don't you want to hear my last words?
 I just did
 'Chemist, let's get it
 Murder is a tough thing to digest
 30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects
 Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps
 Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net
 Streets is watchin'
 Murder is a tough thing to digest
 It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
 Murder is a tough thing to digest