Crack that pineapple open
Vision of break faces gettin ＇ money lay in the boats
Got big rifles play the hood ride Benz cycles
Y ＇ all mens are psycho Killah Hill ＇ ciples
More fly generics money make moves forget it
We got this locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons ain ＇ t no more reppin ＇ s
Take the shit back aggot we hate that
Meet the real we lock the real me/him lock the steel
Pop off pull out drop them bills
I run with all real killas all for realers
Nikes on awesome gorillas
Want more then kill ＇ em front war reveal ＇ em
I want him stretched out listen he lost the buildin ＇
All fly gangstas more bankers hundred wit ＇ us
We ex-dust niggas don ＇ t even touch my drink
F**k around get shanked stabbed hot and broke
Ya ＇ yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint yo what ＇ s my name
Lexus Diamond Ice Water Inc
Huh uh-uh-uh-uh)
Uh Yeah
Once again in the motherf**kin ＇ place
Fix yo ＇ motherf**kin ＇ face n***a
Yeah you know how we gets down
Me and this mixo we so we so tight
Lex Diamond sound and uh
I bees the High Chief Jamel Arief
Straight from East Medina
And uh yo yeah
Yeah huh
They started jammin ＇ in the park just after dark
Two turntables and their DJ scratchin ＇
Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin ＇
Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin ＇
Temperature risin ＇
Drape a n***a up with the ratchet less talkin ＇
Caught him on the ＇ nard
Bomb like a G hard
Explosion rocks the Promenade I ＇ m God
And he show and provin ＇
＇ knowledge how he movin ＇
Smift as the wisdom
Move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree
Adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim dictate the fate
Leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his head without question
In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
Now uh
Uh It ＇ s the pineapple Daquiri f**kin ＇ up ya mindstate
Ya heard Yeah) Spread the motherf**kin ＇ word
Yo
I ＇ m from where it ＇ s real
Niggas peal ya ＇ orange
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
I General in the field of marksmen
The Bad Boys wit ＇ me ain ＇ t Will or Martin
Feel what I ＇ m dropping I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin ＇
Two feet dug in the dirt
Up to the skirt
Spectator on the sideline lovin ＇ the work
And my team ain ＇ t ya ＇ average
CREAM we handle it
Fiends seekin ＇ packages
Beams and banana clips
Festo If you wit ＇ me Let ＇ s go
The nymphos love me X-O X-O
Boy listen hard think twice before you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad
We live and in charge
Y ＇ all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
It ＇ s the pineapple Rebel I natural
Fine wine hundred proof spittin ＇ mine at you
