I'm devious, you know, my hands are like mechanical, you know

I get under people's trucks 'cause that's how I take everything, you know

That's what I'm about, you know, I'm about, I'm lookin' for trouble

Supercoven movin' them birds

Got chicks in the projects in slippers ready to serve

My carvin' hand is calibrated, the Feds are disturbed

My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word

Blow your face off, a thousand G packs from thirty 8-balls

My date from Argentina moves smack in dirty paintballs

Run in your crib like Malcolm Little, government issue

Tawana Brawley bags, I'm off stage with six pistols

Schism and truth, stickin' up bars like Blizz from Juice

Get inspired, fifty boxes of kicks in the booth

Hawaiian Sophie's and Bally's, got killers like Kim Fowley

Costa Rica chiefin' on poppy from killer Saudis

This is Speed Metal, Ricky Kasso holes like head cheese

Push a '68 Hemi, you smelly on a Ross 10-Speed

Blake Carrington with jet skis got torches of weed

I stay paid like K-Fed, got a Porsche full of freeze

Supercoven moving them birds

Got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve

My carvin' hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed

My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word

The work's inflated, run up on fiends, catch you for paper

Poppy seeds from Turkey, she sent the bags much greater

She like to get off ether, paint rollers or a turkey baster

Church of Satan, Boar's Head to Western Beef

Rock Ayatollah robes, the housing cop he gonna rest in peace

We play the horses, caught enough whales to fill the corpses

Kill extortions, got my enforcers and we takin' offers

Lord Goat, stashin' bricks up in surfboards

Forellis and Springfields gettin' ready for turf wars

Icey bags, Peggy Fleming, medicine trap heavy

Raw dog, Kat Dennings stacked, I hit 'em with the semi

Leave his grill like Steve Buscemi, I'm too petty

Supercoven moving them birds

Got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve

My carvin' hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed

My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word

Supercoven moving them birds

Got chicks in the projects with slippers ready to serve

My carvin' hand is calibrated, the feds are disturbed

My conscience is clean, never ratted, my bed is my word

Security, security school to learn all about burglar alarms and things like that

That way I know, when I come out on the streets, I can disconnect logs, and take what I want

And... in my future I think I'll be a professional thief

Jadakiss scratches: I still can't shake the Devil, I still can't escape the ghetto

[Nas scratches: The rough life, it got me handcuffed

Jadakiss scratches: I still can't shake the Devil

I still can't escape the ghetto

Nas scratches: The rough life, got me handcuffed

Kool G Rap scratches: We do our thing, son]