Malice - Comedy Central lyrics

[Verse 1 - Malice] Say dog, let's not get involved You don't want to tango, I'll dress you in a halo co*k the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome 4 that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen: "Good night friend, until we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again" I never front, like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well that's just something I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off c**aine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend, if they could they'd k** me, friend Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all n***as can talk on [Verse 2 - Fabolous] They call me Mr. Please-believe-it, believe it, please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy's in a hurry, ma, I can't even f** with you If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying their j**elry Why's your ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be getting 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got Ds in your 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans, with the deuce trey on back The street family so cool, we could pull b**hes Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflons to shove in the 4 That have undercovers and po' recovering slow The government know: the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow [Verse 3 - Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocaine" I turn over 'caine over and over again Hell, so much clientele, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in 3 gestures: down up and aim I can define d**h better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime: snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T (Push-a-Ton) Push a ton of that sh** that makes ya nose run [Sniffle] Yes I'm holding, whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my 4-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livid -- they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap Vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa