Boldy James, Cuns - God Speed lyrics

In seven-six we be pressing shit
All my niggas is pressure-fit
Duckin' long arm of the law
That's why we call it the catcher's mitt
Scouted by the feds at seventeen
I was a predicate
Full steam ahead, them red-wings
You know we devilish
Never wished jail or death on my worst enemy
'Less I'm the one that kill him or
He go to jail for killing me
Confederate, tell them Sixties
"Miss me with the rhetoric"
Ain't never put no work in on your block
You was discredited
Niggas on the verge of being pussies
They some lesbians
Never spoke a word when they
Took me in for questioning
He was never really in the
Streets to begin with
And we ain't really into sending tweets
He sending messages we can make a beef out
Of a lifetime friendship
Escort a nigga to them pearlies
Get him exited i fuck around and get
Indicted for embezzlement
You just another lawsuit nigga
With a settlement what else?

I bleed the concrete
If I get caught with this nickel, shit
That's a five-piece my G, I keep a timesheet
On Hell Block and McNichols
Them boys got bodies
Up under they belts, play for keeps
Going on crime sprees
Three thousand pills on the road
With no time release
Do not tweak when they get behind me
'Cause I be moving at God speed

Thirties in the bezel of my Skydial
Forties on my eyebrows
Fifty-round drum on my thigh-ow
Sixty on my wrist came from
Pumping ickies on the strip
Seventy thousand on my neck from
Running up the scripts eighty grand large
'nother ninety coming from the hicks
Five fifty-six
Stuffed another hundred in the clip
Thuggin' on the six
Now we coasting off of I10
Sliding out to Charlotte with a
Brick of Barbra Streisand
Whipping straight drop
I beat that pot like your steppops
Basement of the spot look
Like a Chinese sweatshop
Working the trade lines with my
Plug out in Prescott
Got troopers pulling up with K-9s
At the rest stop

I bleed the concrete
If I get caught with this nickel, shit
That's a five-piece my G, I keep a timesheet
On Hell Block and McNichols
Them boys got bodies
Up under they belts, play for keeps
Going on crime sprees
Three thousand pills on the road
With no time release
Do not tweak when they get behind me
'Cause I be moving at God speed