Trae Tha Truth - Reckless (feat. The LOX) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] We ain't burning, liquor pour, b**hes calling me daddy I'm a thug, 357 straight out the caddy New York about my shoe, just flew in from… A hood b**h, slimmy but her a** is fatty I'm hot right now, my balls got a tin top on I'm a movie and you missing some fresh popcorn Levi's…with a fresh clock on Reasonable doubt, I was young getting my rocks on Now I'm out in Texas, you traitor Or either back home in the studio with Styles and Jada Life's a gamble, cards is dealt I put the medal in your b**h face like Raymond Felt, motherf**er [Verse 2: Styles P] f** your mother if her son is a b**h Fly from the barrel, one in the head, 16 in the clip D block n***as steaming the spliff Promethazine, gun, lean, and a whip I expect you to not f** with me All the shooters, they throw it up for me This life's murdering luxury Talking to the gun in the car like it's my company 12 rounds, no boxing, no glove From the hood, no option, no love Gangsters don't die, mobsters don't buzz When n***as do time n***as draw blood Feel me [Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth] King, I'm on this hustle like I'm searching for keys I'm on this block in position to whip a whole n***a's a** Damn right, I got a f**ed up thinker Run your mouth pertaining Trae I'm dropping 4 in your blinkers One in your stinker Over stand up till I'm jamming my finger I hit the spot and shake it down And have it big like singers I let this choppers go decrepit till it sound like arenas Back up with 745s like I was shooting with beamers Black twin, thick as hell, call… 30 n***as, about that business like he fresh out the cleaners My n***a say he wanna work I ship him off with the pay Get on my set, whipping the bet Our city in black, they fresh out the shack Smelling like crack, get a moustache…p**y n***a Trip with me, n***a, I barely react It ain't gonna be no nine lives, know that, cat for real [Verse 4: Jadakiss] Black strap, black ski mask, black flannel, standard The rules of life but not manual Go ahead, keep waiting for America to tan you Discussing your life over shots of Jack Daniels I-95, got to working in back panels 50/50, a slim chance, a fat gamble Some n***as like to stay in the pocket, some scramble Go through the progression, hit the target, blame you Light something up with a freak and watch Scandal They can't even get on they feet but can't stand you Believe every chance they get they remand you Allah would never give you nothing you can't handle