Clipse - Monopoly lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T & Malice] R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G, one plus three, the four we be White to beige sh** we lost them souls the Lord save Monopolize these corners we own 'em like board games [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] It's the allure of the grind n***a I love crime Bentley Arnage with the cuts well [?] When you ain't got sh**, f** the world You got chips, you can f** the next man's girl Harsh, but they been ripped apart my world So I shall cook crack, so I hurl Three quarter lamb skin n***a, so I Shearl Up on them five-spoke chrome things, so I twirl Haters they earl, they nauseous Lookin' like I'm god sent Cream accents over that pearl white parchment Interior blindin', floor mats ostrich Scream havoc and [?] it's a constant (n***a) I'm that knot that you flash when you buyin' the bar I'm the pistol when n***as run for they car I'm the bullet that travel through the barrel Pierce you like an arrow See your soul, flyin' with the sparrows [Verse 2: Pusha T] Been hearin' all the lies about your tires Chrome rims and wires And all them neighborhoods you supplyin' Tryna get the OG to buy it I was out Cancun vacationin' Tryna get inspired Second time around, they say the third's the charm But listen, we the Re-Up Gang, we ain't the norm Four rap n***as with a dope dealer swagger But can you call it swagger if you still really bag up? I think not, the gla** stove with the gray pot Mason jar, quarter contents of the Ziplocks Small-minded n***as think I'm readying the rock But in reality, I'm just cookin' a drop top Or gettin' my wrist right, or makin' my neck heavy Or keepin' my b**h tight, she love steppin' in Giuseppes So now they flashes, the 600 hashes Twiddlin' our thumbs on that La-Di-Da sh** [Verse 3: Sandman] Swervin' with my pinky, on my lap's the steel Mac-10 matchin' the carriage whippin' the wheel All my diamonds resembling 'Cris Hypnotizing ya b**h, you yellow-bellied in piss Them Pelle Pelles I switch I'm more bu*ter than in what I pitch Hoes love it, I smut 'em quick Make 'em nut till they sick Let 'em wipe off my dick before my [?] Then I rub 'em on they belly 'cuz they sh** beat up Ya dig? That's how I do you n***as b**hes every day Movin' [?] sh**tin' on you in every way Come from a [?], told 'em my Glock waitin' to pop (blaow) You playin' gorilla, then you ready to die I'ma still shine on, big yellow bell More squares than an ear of corn f** tattoos, I make real tears form Blood pools through when that HK drawn Shots splatter the block now they they drawn SWATs run on the block but they they gone [Verse 4: Malice] Ya'll n***as rhyme? You're lyin' to me Get a good look what you aspirin' to be I see you got drive, consign him a key Whoever got flow, then you sign him to Re -Up Gang n***as, sold a million plus And still I'm in the kitchen like I'm Wolfgang Puck Damn shame, ain't it? Yeah, my love's tainted For the game, so forgive me if I seem a bit jaded I ain't up on the latest in hip hop news I'm more concerned with my tick-tock shoes Don't get it confused, we here to take aim It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James I'll play the role of the Sundance kid f**in' with the Re-Up, you might not live And Sam "Butch" Ca**idy, finger on the trig Ya'll n***as stand for [?], like them b**hes from the [?] [Hook]