L.V. - Toney Sigel aka Barrell Brothers lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah - Verse 1] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August My sh** is fresh cuz I catch the hottest My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard shift Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th And we ball from plentys of parties cuz we start sh** Parole holes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home from shock We sellin cartons, pampers, Similac formula Anything ya take cuz the paper keep callin ya Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more We make it rain from the tech and the wop The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dusk Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs 300 pound n***a, po po has to f** him up They say that my projects should undergo therapy We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B [Hook] Guns imported from Dubra Wheelchairs and sh** bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow a n***a for a box of Huggies Cop k**ers with a box of dummies Dummies stuck to the project floors n***as is suited up and be ready for war [Beanie Sigel - Verse 2] It's the Broadstreet Bully and the k**ah with no Face My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut n***as, stop frontin' for my k**a bee swarm, something Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel leave you smokin like a broke stove Yeah, and I'm all about that bullsh** The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit I k** a n***a at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar Pop a n***a right in front of his mama Son a n***a right in front of his daughter And im nothin like a father Couldn't come from these nuts I got To C. Baltimore s** this co*k I know most of y'all wouldn't understand Get it, understand Yeah some n***as will and some n***as won't Like some n***as k** and some n***as don't You's a fake it 'til you make it type a n***a I'm a straight up take it type a n***a Pistol whip a n***a 'til I break it type a n***a I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is f*gs Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they a** Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is m**m So I ain't feelin Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcom, got the soul of a panther So by any means is the anthem You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer I can't stop won't stop This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin