Twone Gabz - Pa** the Wire lyrics

Way down inside [verse 1: N.O.R.E] Murderous monsoons, intentions explode I reload but still respect the street code My n***a T though He got the wire from a n***a that's a liar Throw gasoline on him, set him on fire Have that a** retire Sniper scope, got the rifle, hope Triflin', pipin' karate choked He had the windbreaker pants on He got his dance on He found out he's a girl rocking tampon He got his man gone Excuse the smokers, we meet at Strokers Cognac cigars, play a little pokers We watch them b**hes strip down a** naked You see the money cover they body, they a** naked Way down inside You come at the King, you best not miss [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Cop on the block in a hot Suburban Better yet Excursion Cribbing us some birds but I'm serving in the urban My type, the iceberg version swerving with a surgeon Got 'em working the curb and money Big money splurgin', Julius Irving Shirt around the whip like a turban Rich n***a lettuce, got a six figure fetish No flaws in none of the stones, they all big and precious No b**h in none of the clique, they all young and restless We all money investors with big guns and vests Switch, running to Texas see us ones in the necklace Louis the thirteen, yeah that Louis shirt clean Buckle a Louis skirted up from Louis that turf cream He got yay stacks in factories, spray cats exactly In fact the whole faculty layed back in Maybachs [?] gators, linen, many mansions get catered by women Chauffers, the waiters are winning sh** swarming with French maid uniforms, got the paper to swim in Hate spending from the way that I'm winning You know the deal baby Way down inside You come at the King, you best not miss [Verse 3: Twone Gabz] I put my hands around your neck like some rosary beads To choke and squeeze And lift you up like the potency of some potent weed 'Til there's no ground to float beneath below your feet And your voice squeak like Macy Gray's before you speak My scrotum reach about four inch below my knees Confident level is on OD, no coke or weed I'm just deep, I overthink and I'm over writing When I talk tall, sh** I'm writing right over your height I wait on lightning to strike while I'm holding the kite Singing John Lennon "All the People" while holding a light Eat a box of them Mike & Ikes while I'm rolling the bike Through the hood, flipping the bird trying to provoke a fight You was under the fittin' to rhyme act Only to find that you was under the out your mind act Joe you under the out of time act I single file n***as under the out of line act Way down inside You come at the King, you best not miss