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My wrist steady flickin (flicking) tha cocaine I'm whipin (whipping)

From soft to tha hard cookin (cooking) raw in the kitchen

I drop it then lock it cut weigh it den sack it in

Baggies hit avies (avenues) like Burnett start pitching

Clientele consistent they say im a chemist

Best dope in the city won't run outta bitness(business)  

The fuck is you kiddin this trap shit been in me

Got game from my daddy before I turned 15

Taught keep my coke raw ain't no cut with cornstarch

1 hit of the cheese guarantee they want Mar (more)

You crackers (coke heads) keep clucking got saltine galore

Fish scale in water pots like the sea shore

If you short on the change don't let knuckles touch door

I got too much to gain to lose on the re-sco (rescore)

Bitch its Simple and plain if you fuck up my dough

Yo (your) whole family gon (going to) answer to loaded 4-4's