Dagger$ - "The First 48"(Pt. 1 & 2) lyrics

[24 Bars: Dagger$] Top shelf like that cereal box, the people want a cut I can give em' an ox// X'd out your name, put mine on top, you know what time it is like a Rolex watch// Situations turn sticky, that's like Scotch, loud turn sticky, that's like Scotch// Shout out to me, that's mad props, Shout out to me that's mad props// Just to prove to competition that I'm still on top// I'm like the little engine that could, that's straight off the block// In ghetto America, no particular spot, American Muscle car no particular drop// This where the line drawn, no particular dots// Protected like before the magnum popped// I shine like Pledge off the counter tops// Word as bond like Bron, I hope ya album flop// Word as bond like Bosh, ya wrist snap a lot// And ain't talking bout shooting no ball// You hold no weight at all, when it comes to D weighed on the scale you fraud// I rebel against the law, ain't gone throw me against no wall// I gone sick me with no dogs, I'm the sickness and the cure// This that sh** that frustrates, you a f**ing fake, I'm a luck of faith// You take away from the game, I cultivate// I'm a breath of air, you suffocate// Revenge is sweet, but how vengeance taste// I exit to enter Durante', flaming these pussies like gon-orrhea// Flaming these f**ers, they flambe// I'm looking like a mime, what the f** he saying though// Military mind, no call of duty though// [24 Bars: Dagger$] R.I.P. Gene, bless your soul, you in gangster paradise no Coolio// f** Chopper 6, and Metro, not PCS, but the police yes// This is a protest in the form of a flow// Nine times out of ten, I got a formal approach// These sixteen bars on d**h row// Don't need b**hes in my earlobe, nope// Talking about relations, no, I ain't got the patience ho// You aggravating, go masturbate then yo// I'm 5'7, you might think that's small as sh**// But I look at bigger n***as like David did Goliath// Military minded, you might think I'm mindless// A stand up enigma n***a, you just spineless// Sometimes I rock designers, but n***a I ain't buying// A bunch of f**ing clothes, when my brothers locked in asylums// We stacking for his bail, cause he got caught with the China// My bro been ratchet since he was a f**ing minor// A skinny n***a weighing in at 125, that hold more weight than n***as ten times his size// Your eyes getting big, like they magnified// You gonna need a translator for this next rhyme// You f**ing with I, no Jose, Pepe, Alejandro, Carlos// Miguel, Luciano, Pablo, Paco, all them Mexicanos// Let me tell you something I know, I love to see ya ho smile, that's why she call me MC Donald// Let me tell you something I know, I'm on the rise, Murder Ma$e high note// Bumping Jet Life every time I roll, bumping Jet Life every time I roll// Copyright © 2013 The Genius vs. Ingenious Publishing. All Rights Reserved