Falcon and the Snowman

I infect the whole set and collect the cash And I'm gon' run game but respect the past Got long range aint trippin its flippin' into small change Then kick and parlay Exchangin' back to back rhymin' Word play was late for the studio timin' And can't wait for the hate and feedback I scat when I break down the weed in my rap I was born about eight miles in the city of dope Meanin' my city is the city of dope Weigh the coke, Caddy spokes, you couldn't be saved by John the Pope Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal Cause you're gonna have a rival that's bustin' at your door Tryin' to put bullet holes up in your clothes! Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo' While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas) I get pesky boss like Joe Pesci's I drop hefty rhymes on all MC's Suckas that wanna play too cute, execute the play off loose I execute On site you're too hype, you might get snatched Just like your gold chain and no name raps Homie don't ask me about that chick Because about any chick I plead the fifth Call me Saint Nick when I spit the gift, real rap cat on a pirate ship Lock and chain like Sid Vicious, I done used my three wishes When it come to swishers, cut the heart Listenin' to Al Green in the dark Jumped in the ride with the leather coat Looked in the rear view, who pops the most Just when I thought that I saw a ghost, I realized it was the indo smoke Ma gold rope I go fo' broke off green dope Your last hope is shootin' at me like the Pope I campaign the bang to vote is unanimous Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch Like this, can't trip when I get across Set it off, lay 'em down with no second thoughts Impulsin, indo indulgin, keep blowin, Falcon and the Snowman Tiga my raps, are just like a diamond heist Cause the way I shine you might lose your sight In my brand new Phat Farm vest, new kango Polo, no less Grab the cream, get your team who reigns surpreme In ya face, cocksucka, it's a new regime You're out again but it really don't matter Had it with the new improved police scanner Hang the banners, yo cock the hammers Or forever in life you'll wear a Pamper It was pivotal when you came with pitiful answers Rhymes are avalanchin' the average rapper You're sweatin, then goin' all out representin' You're in and out steppin' like 3-5-7 I kept it honest, promise, no threatin' Ya probably flipped fo' if not fo-get it I stepped in the house, throwback with the peyton Excused the fool, but hold back with the hatin' Check it crack the bottle, then crack the whip Yo here go a slug that'll crack ya hip I'm like an angel, but at an angle And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that Blow back in my crocka sack To the Benz dealer that the Cadillac is back I had to turn from moonshine into yak And then the ATF wanna come raise the track I connive with more drive then multiply chedda I can see the fortune without the teller Cut back the raw rap and release the classic Suckas that jaw jap but I look past 'em I get detailed describe it graphic Practice the graph 'till I'm knowin' it backwards Spit it with a passion, one in the same The I release the masters, study the game Okay, I hit the night skies with the ruby red eyes The streets are hurtin, I can hear her cries Freaks wear shoes that's not their size And here come Nicky with the felony rhyme And the melody crime, can you crack the case? Like a bat outta hell as I start to race Scars on my face, dictate the hate Get a scale for the rhyme when I push the weight