Through the lights cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I?m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast

To conquer peace leavin? savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun

Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly

I?m grungy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me

While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker?s isle

Holdin' weed inside they pussy with they minds on the

Pretty things in life, props is a true thug?s wife

It?s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some?ll go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life, rapidly, that?s the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money

True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes

Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate

Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin? plates

In the building niggaz buildin' like little children starin'

Them older niggaz ain?t carin'

Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage

Oh, one?s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage

In the woodwork, crack cells, bubble like Woolworths

In the projects, richest niggaz rockin? all the real worth

Police questionin', rooftop cats invested in

Tradin' in they Lexus? GS?s sendin' messages

Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour

Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes

Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake

What I strive for is what I live for

Infatuated by material things and it?s wild like for war

Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold

Future stacks, yo, I hold

Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox

Don?t keep jack in my lap, don?t wanna see Tupac

Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks

Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop

In the now, I?m bangin' niggaz for slide time

Hurry up, duke, I?m next, show ?em mine

And what the fuck is you lookin' at?

By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat

Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through

Like doors, yo, you?re starin' in the mess hall

Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin'

New jacks surrenderin', come home not rememberin'

Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt

Lookin' gay in the yard, and you got hurt

Flashbacks, for the day room, mop ringer style

Your faggot ass got bashed tryin' to turn the dial

You told your boo you was whylin'

Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family?s from Shaolin

High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books

Infirmary niggas are screamin', "I got drugs"

Sharpen toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit

Your man?s in the kitchen stashin' ice picks

Well I?ma end this with a big red cherry on top

Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block

Strength my whole team is eatin' off this type of shit

Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit

Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket

Rza, Chef, Ghost and Nas, niggaz is the prophet