Dr. Kimble

We've got to move these refrigerators
 We've got to move these colored TV's
 We on the move, Step Brothers
 We moving in and we moving them trees
 99 bottles of beer, I break all of 'em
 Party, choose one of these bitches
 I'll take all of 'em
 Before I pick up the dice, I shake all of 'em
 Money like leaves on trees, I rake all of 'em
 Shooters in disguise, you probably mistake all of 'em
 Put cookies on a sheet in the oven and bake all of 'em
 Till the bottom is crispy
 Great Gatsby reflector on the Nautica it's flashy like a strobe light
 Royal Dynasty rag wrappin' the dome tight
 Locked in the middle of the crosses on my scope sight
 I wrap a bundle, know how to package the dope right
 You rodeo and can't even lasso the rope right
 You hear the sound of a drum if the envelope's light
 So when I come to pick up the paper make sure the note's right
 Handle dilemma, tunes familiar like the man from Ipanema
 Epidemic could spread from the epicenter
 You ever notice how they welcome you, invite you to sit
 It's like the rich keep waitin' to admire they shit
 If we ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening
 Decoding all these messages is only for the passengers
 Coded for the massacre when it occurs
 I ain't condoning it, best believe I'm holding them furs for when it pops off
 Days wait, nights even longer
 Topped off the stress, trying to make it even stronger
 I'm out for this, betting chips, part of the rest
 Disrespect, pardon my left
 Gary Carter was a part of the Mets (Rest in Peace)
 Pardon the cardigan and calling Yvette
 Your camaraderie is fake as fuck, hidden in politics
 Drowned in hearsay, said I'm on top of it
 Said I'm a profit rich and watch the rest go
 This ain't cut from a check this is cut from soul
 Cut from the dough, now let it go