The Fugitive

Coca, muah Elephant in the room Crills Early in the morning Could barely feel my face Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist My baby mamma's stressin' I'm like fuck out of my face Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case I'm about that "makin' money" I'm allergic to poor Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door Six in the mornin' when they kick in the door I'm probably outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche Of course I floss like them D.C. boys Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads In the middle of the dance floor such a sleazy whore Now, headed fr paradise Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante Seagull in the clouds look honey I'm comin' Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip drummin Now I'm a xxxx the xxxxx till the xxxxx get numb and, roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' This is way too easy though I am the magnifico Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like easy though If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo Taylor made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigga Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga? Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga xxxxx hoe 'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta doe, So they get nuthin but love and respect from Fat Joe I remember when I stepped in the game yo Army fatigue with grey nikes, that flow joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know I'm borricua till I die mother fuckers, yes I will detach you I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto god, I'll bless you, 'achoo' The one spitta, the can't get ridda, major label dropped me what I do? I got richa Eighties babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcha Got a new connect and what I do? I got richa [? ] the wop bam boo Guess what, America we love you And I'm a stay reppin' that ts crew And show ya mother fuckers how the bx do Shit, every time I rock wild, it's more like a zoo Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue In that new white phantom, call it "milk on wheels" Niggas willin' like Joe jus oded off pills I oded of crills, I oded of mills You monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz, Shit, niggas keep askin "how come he so real? " 6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, 'teal' Haha, it's the fugitive Coca I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch Street runna on this one, bitch We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room" (thank you, thank you) Bitch Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man We use different forms of transportation nigga I'm on different planets than ya'll niggas right now You can deny all you want nigga Coca's spittin that shit, these streets is mine Oh, I get on some pun shit What u want? that hardcore, commercial shit? What u wanna dance? crills mania, nigga Bxts! I owns this shit!