Wicked

This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down Who be the one? With the wickedest style, comin' up out the Backstreet Where you from? Thinkin' of nothin', but negative thoughts don't bother askin' me Sharpen the blade, speak on my name, you gon' be my next victim Livin' the same, body decayin', faster than the TEC hit 'em Peepin' out my window, when I seen it was a rainy day Grab my dope, grab my keys, then I hop in Chevrolet Thinking about a master plan while sippin' on this Alizé Your bitch that be all messy, but don't sweat it, I gets in anyway Sick with the symptoms, fiending for a victim 'Bout to lose my mind, if I don't get to see some blood soon Prince of the darkness, similar to the Loch Ness Hidin' below the surface, tryin' to kill me, but no success This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down Ain't talking cash, get the fuck out of my face Just hit a lick, then I hit the race Got young niggas, told 'em, "The choppa stay aimed" Fees come up, then you best run away Bitch, you fucking with the best in the game We stay kicking ass and we stay taking names I stay with some coffin, Nicolas Cage Slappin' your baby boys like I'm Ving Rhames Makin' plays, Jerry Rice Been a player all my life Bunch of girls, black and white Tryna see what's up tonight Big ass houses like the mob BONES and Bake the ones in charge Drunk as fuck Letting off my pistol, that's a shooting star This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down In the 517, baby This is how it go down