That White (feat. DJ Premier)

Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shit's all the same Old rusty ass block from which I came Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest When Mac-10 shoot teams try to shoot up the set But I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec Wet the whole block, sip Grey Goose in the jet Pzhooom... back to the Boogie Backpack rappers they should have a plaque in the Boogie Of me!!! You know why? Number one hustler I opened up the floodgates, my "Flow Joe" customers We all about the gunplay But still take time out to pray every Sunday The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska Whip so many (P's) now they callin me the +Master+ UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white I've been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night It's on with the don, never let shit slide Have your ass wear a patch like Slick Rick's side Talk money, there's so much money, I can't even count Gotta put it on a scale, ten grand weigh a ounce Same corner all week, got the scene closed off Should be draft in the league the way I pass those off Coca! Now you know it's me I was always G, you a sometimes thug You fake hustle in your hustle and you sometimes drug You ask if a nigga kill yeah I sometimes does, CRACK! Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha We had to touch it again you heard me "Shit Is Real" you heard me Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me? Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite Crack! Coca! Krillz-mania Macho whattup nigga? (Big L rest in peace...)