Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldnI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globenWhen I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastnTo conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsnLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunnTrick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my sonnSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlynI'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts menWhile, funny style niggas roll in the pilenRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's IslenHolding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in lifenProps is a true thug's wifenIt's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go innDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againnFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictablenGuns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritualnnPerhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad moneynTrue lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyesnCatch the most on tape, kilos disintegratenPyrex pots, we break, fiends licking platesnIn the building niggas building, like little children, staringnThem older niggas ain't caringnSirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggagenOh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbagenIn the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth'snIn the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real worthnPolice questioning, rooftop cats invested innTrading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messagesnTwo and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pournGun wars my crew feel 'em like swordsnnWith the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakesnFiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shakenWhat I strive for is what I live fornInfatuated by material things in this wild life of warnLike somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of goldnFuture stacks so I holdnThousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoeboxnDon't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2PacnGot two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocksnShoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball dropnIn the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot timenHurry up duke I'm next on linenAnd what the fuck is you looking at?nBy the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hatnWatch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide throughnLike doors yo, you're staring in the mess hallnYour adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlingnNew jacks surrendering, come home not rememberingnMade bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirtnLooking gay in the yard, and you got hurtnFlashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer stylenYour faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dialnYou told your boo you was wilingnOnce you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from ShaolinnHigh class cooks, throw on vests out of phone booksnInfirmary niggas are screaming, I got juxed!nSharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shitnYour man's in the kitchen stashing ice picksnWell I'ma end this with a big red cherry on topnMe, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block