C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock - Multi Barz of Fury lyrics

Why it's a perfect fit, with the purple lit
To drop that smooth gangsta shit
The classic material
What's love compared to fearin' you?
The biggest names in the game hearin' you
Spit multi barz of fury
Nothin' else can cure me
But a whole 'nother way to hustle surely
Thugs gotta eat it up, DJ's beat it up
The kid put his feet up
And watch it all heatin' up
The way this stay winnin'
Major wardrobe spinnin'
But not in that order, first run my tub water
The Bed, Bath & Beyond to come relax the don
I breathe hit's no matter whose track I'm on
Them old days is gone
I'm here to make new ones
Some new chemistry, new broads, new guns
Right now son, send it over
Have 'em all bent over follow me
It's gon' happen just like I told ya
They hate me, bitchin', untrustworthy
Switch from the first pitch
The reason why you not rich and off the rip
Wouldn't handle a rubber grip
We got 'em under the arm or right on the hip
Give jake the slip, improv half the script
Regardless, we got steady bank to flip
Aim, squeeze, and dip, and take it down south
But I'm a die hard New Yorker
We hit him in the mouth
No surprise I'm that real
It's what I'm all about
When the man came to do
What the experts doubt
From exile, a high profile
Never liked my style
But let one or two moves stick
Now you on my dick
Separate the real from the counterfeit
'Cause I'm the last one who wanna
Be around that fake shit
This is Corey Penn up in the Morey Den
That money earnin' niggas from Mount
Vernon at it again
Here's a two-way send, we set the trend
The drama only brings out the best in them
But do I trust it? No
When it comes to that dough
More than half of these meatballs gots to go
And I'm lettin' it flow
You're not lettin' it grow
CL can take it where it never been before
So when I step in the door
No more dodgin' and runnin'
Time to ante up, CL is comin'
Now here's the issue
Dude's wanna work for me and make it official
All I really need is my word and that pistol
Knife down or fist you
Never could've dissed you, beam
It won't miss you highlights is loaded
Every little password is coded
Anything high tech we tote it
Women all spread out, across the bed
Across the hall
And right around the hot tub I lost them all
Lay low, they know all that is gravy
Not lacks-a daisy, love me then pay me