A$ton Matthews - Shark Tank lyrics

[Scene from Taxi Driver] How about dope? Gra**? Hash? Coke? Mescaline? Downers? Nebutol? Tuonal? Chloral Hydrates? How about any uppers? Amphetamines? No, I'm not interested in that stuff Crystal meth, I can get ya crystal meth Nitrous Oxide, how about that? How about a Cadillac? I get ya a brand new Cadillac With the pink slip for two grand H'z Global, Black Market sh** (yo, yo, yo) My n***as know (Yeah So, Yeah So) Yo, yo (Yeah So, Yeah So) [Verse 1: Da$H] Dolla still thugging regal, it's the tan skin Bugsy Siegel Riding in a bucket with two b**hes and a rusty eagle You know it's nothing, cup of dope got me David Ruffin Dwell on this game, now we lunging on my way to the luncheon Only j**elry I wore was copper and steel Still I pop-up on random blocks for appeal, then it's real I'm at the benefit for kids with better needs The only thing it did was better off my jeans, ma** extortion Crack recording raps from Jim Morrison orphan You only see me when it's violence like a shark fin The boss man, pulling strings like I'm Santana The bandana from high school, claim my damn hammer With bad grammar I did all this Catch me on Tunisian beaches off a tab of acid Eating red snapper with a goddess, got Parisian features You n***as novice, should observe the teachers Get clapped tryna short or cheat us No cuts, no breaks, get it motherf**ing straight n***a [Scene from Taxi Driver] You interested in a automatic? It's a Colt .25 automatic [Verse 2: $ha Hef] Knock on the locked door, package get dropped off Bricks on a drop cloth, sick with the handle I push the pill like I'm hot sauce Cough up the knots and get knocked off The top of the drop porsche get chopped off The b**h with me is a throwaway She roll my dope, we blow a O a day She s** me then she go away This big chopper will turn a n***a to saw dust The b**h with me the same color as dandruff I need my space, made a right and pulled up on eighth I move the base, posted on the crate Right on 38th in front Domingo sh** Strictly 'bout my chips, I'm on some Pringle sh** I could feed the hood off a single flip True sh**, move eight balls like pool sticks I'm all up in your b**h head like q-tips Smith & Wesson, nine milli' my favorite weapon Blue cheese is my favorite dressing [Hook x2: ($ha Hef) & Da$H] (n***as better get to ducking when the pistol scream I could bag a fifty bundle from the triple beam) Gold; bury it in the sand, count up a band Light a blunt, rea**ure I'm the man [Verse 3: A$ton Matthews] The turtle run a race, homicide from the shell shot Slip the cuete through the mail box A gauge to my head and the cell locked All my gun shells stay well stocked The Art of War, cup of Henny in this office war Look back and fourth from the door with the eyes of a Labrador Paranoia keep me safe at night My clip is full and my game is tight She laid on ice before I laid the pipe Kiss the ring 'fore I shake the dice Daddy need a new Glock, extendo shots, and tube socks She know how them looney rules rock Your Mac-11 gu-wop We was [?] before them boondocks Since Sour Lucas and Moonrocks No loose knots on my new noose knots, ou Mama there go that man again, Mini Van Dan and them With a minivan full of mannequins, uh For the d** that we trafficking Check the shipping and handle it We finesse for them ex souls, get exposed [Hook: ($ha Hef) & Da$H] (n***as better get to ducking when the pistol scream I could bag a fifty bundle from the triple beam) Gold; bury it in the sand, count up a band Light a blunt, rea**ure I'm the man