G-unit - Digital Scale lyrics

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo] I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read [Verse 1: 50 Cent] We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys Half of chicken whole chicken n***as got to cop 'n' go, yo I said you n***as got to cop 'n' go This is like fast food, n***a May I take your order? I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold That's crack inside that Pyrex We get the work, then move the work The pressure we apply next Every now and then, a n***a set-trip I8 BMW; I'm electric Keep that hammer around me in case sh** get hectic sh** pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it f** around [Hook x2: Tony Yayo] [Verse 2: Young Buck] Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo Baggin' up half a brick My lawyer sittin' on the couch He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth (I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale) I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail) My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell Now the feds on her trail I just got the email sh** crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies Hookin' up my n***as daily with this dope Get out and get some, n***a Can't pay me if you broke, no Let a n***a hang himself - just give him enough rope I get it fresh out the boat [Hook x2: Tony Yayo] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Numbers don't lie; scales don't either Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya Out with some b**hes, fiends wanna call In the club with my n***as, fiends wanna call When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call The life of a hustler in a nutshell G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish My main b**h is like Bonnie Parker My side b**h is like Clyde Barrow They start to shoot you up sh**'s creek without a paddle [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold My n***a flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel You owe me, I take your child for collateral Gun wave, hello Shots echo Won't save money - switch to gecko You known from the get-go I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green When they coward belly yellow Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' "hold on" Hold on You see my face and let go I'm from the N.O.; better check the d**h toll You was playin' Casanova Cookin' b**hes ca**erole I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes On the Greyhound bus Pounds in my baggy clothes Huh [Hook x2: Tony Yayo]