Avon Blocksdale - Prize Fighter lyrics

[Intro:] Man, f** the conscience man I can pay no bills with no motherf**in conscience man I sell more ganja for 10 dollars n***a 10 motherf**in dollars n***a You're f**in bout no conscience n***a Yay sh** [Verse 1:] I used to be hyped for b**hes with long hair Til I found out it was weaves that they wear I used to think mad of these n***as is so real But they don't do sh** when they homies get k**ed n***a we the k**as, see me in chinchilla See me guaranteed in your b**h if I fill er A known drug dealer, foreign 4 wheelers Your ho gotta be gay if she don't f** with us That's a fact, stay black, stay strapped Huey P Newton and the P stand for pack Keep it G n***a, I keep the keys n***a And toss the sh** out, main play Flea Flickr Dope gang, swag out on propane Aye blow my head off but I'm no Cobain I do got the heavy metal on my hip Meddle in my money and I'm scheduling your RIP Motherf**er [Verse 2:] Fresh up out the crack spot Dealing mad rock, block about to get hot Play around and get shot Really need the hip-hop, Glock like a white hook Pound like the haymaker Adding up this paper till its similar to Mayweathers BSB we chase cheddar n***as get your face wet up Brownsville rituals Always keep it hardcore, give these streets encore Selling crack on call, right up in yo building n***a I'm from Tilden, taking no prisoners Any street sister, chop it down in Koshington I ain't even playing Jack, roamin with your f**in queen Just cause I'm the f**in king acing out your f**in team [Verse 3:] Product of my environment I could tell you I ain't getting money but you could take a look There's no denying it Keep your war stories, I ain't interested in buying it I'd rather pay for the court for you to go and lye in it If it ain't about big money then hold your thoughts I'm too busy turnin this paper chase into a sport Runnin laps around these lil n***as, no remorse Fast break, 3 to 1, I'm pulling up half court I'm like Jordan at the buzzer, Kobe at the line LeBron through the lane, Reggie Miller at clutch time Ballin on these n***as, I'm the rookie of the year I'm f**in the first night, you've been chasin all year It's the YSL smellin, hard and I'm sagging p**nstar swag, my life sponsored by Magnum f** em then I pa** em, I'm leading them in a**issts Pick em then I roll one, I'm pleasing yo b**h Sit next to the bench like I play for the Knicks But the logo on the fitted reads New York bricks Usually lay back, chillin on some New York sh** But I flip in a minute n***a, New York quick b**h