Handle That (Feat. U-God, Hugh Hef)

Shootouts, suicide car chases
 Pulling loot out, bulletproof Scarfaces
 Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe
 Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places
 With dark faces, escaped on bail
 My souls in the street, police on the coat tails
 Oh well, got a bitch named Gail
 She look so good, her tail is for sale
 Before L's fell, she scrambled the reefer
 My foot so far in her ass, she can taste my sneaker
 I pop champagne, like every day was Easter
 Better, check that bitch, before I beast her
 Tally the dough, slice the pizza
 Despite the features, I hold a player's crown
 I step in your town, snake skin down
 Let off a round, check it how it sounds
 Statepens ain't part of the plan
 Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that, fam)
 The pops life, but it's only for fam
 A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man)
 It's real life, I got blood on my hands
 And make the product expand (I can handle that, fam)
 Yo, fuck scrams, try'nna front on my Clan
 It'll only take a grand (just to handle that, man)
 Yo, bottles pop, llamas and glocks, kamikaze cops
 Pop shots off of dollars and blocks, it's the
 Regular regular, honor my spot
 Whether flips, rubber gribs, top shotter stay hot
 Swallowin' shots of Henn' rock, got the shit locked
 Whether, gators and crocs, widebodies'll drop
 Model bitch got vicked, never promised the rock
 I'm a live one, that's why honey holla for pop
 Hustle man, I ain't try'nna make a collar for cops
 Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop
 Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot
 Chameleon through the streets, cuz they watchin' my ops
 Full sign with the grind, get it started off top
 Well known, still home, and your out of the box
 Record day, with the thirty eight, dodgin' the NARC's
 Hood to hood with the gangstas, I'm watchin' the plots
 You ain't never been a hustler, why you try'nna act like one now
 You front clown, you can get twisted like uptown's
 Heard about your record, you're butt, clown
 On the Island, deaded on your bogey, how you can't get a bus down?
 Never heard of you, like a pump pound
 Call me "Buckshot", believe me, everybody gon' "Duck Down"
 Catch you while you postin' your pedestool, family so broke
 When I clap, your mom can't even bet with you
 Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight
 And you running with "knicks" like Marbury do
 I ain't try'nna cop the Chevy, shit, I'd rather
 Leave this pussy nigga bleeding like I popped his cherry
 When I come through the block, they leary
 Shit, I got this nigga standing with dogs like the cops at the Ferry
 Pray to God that my hammer don't jam, Wu-Tang be the Clan
 Understand, I can handle it man, yeah