La The Darkman, Streetlife, Method Man, June Luva , Carlton Fisk - Safe Box lyrics

Yeah (oh my god-god repeated throughout)
Staten Island niggas, forgotten borough
The most thorough
Oh shit, haha, the tri-boro, hahahaha
Fuckas yeah come again, what?
It's M-E-F, bitches, say it with the Meth
Niggas

When I'm on the come up
Ain't no telling who gon' get done up
On the highway to heaven, with they thumb up
I'm far from a dumb fuck, I'm a mack
Just like them dumptrunks
I hold alotta weight on my back
See I'm, already pumped up
I'm ready to shine
It's Mr, cover of Blender
Who ready to grind?
And I still got it, I repeat, I still got it
And any artist that trash talk
Is still garbage


How critics gon' think I lost my skill
When in fact
Ya'll all been programmed and lost your feel
Please believe, I'm still grimey, try me
And I remind ya'll muthafuckas why
Def Jam signed me
M-E to the Tizzy, H-O to the Dizzy
To see me, it's something like pimpin'
It ain't easy
It's something like pimpin', it ain't easy
To see me, it's something like pimpin'
It ain't easy

Yo, I stash money like a crooked banker
Casablanca
Ninety-six, crack cranker, back shot
Ass spanker get head, then I thank her
For blessin' the God pull a blunt hard
For my jail niggas on the yard
Think like Master Farrad, die hard, La's God
I need currency, cash
Eagles in the credit card
Co-starred in cocaine, like
Couldn't get my brain right
Robbin' niggas smokin' and fuckin'
In the same night
Jumpin' on the train, like, talkin'
How we did it, kid
And my niggas caught a body
Then me and my niggas slid
Blue coats came, we hid, inside a pyramid
Unseen, as a real Egyptian king
Asiatic, doing mathematics
Guns is my bad habit
Try'nna civilize a savage, rest on
Every Sabbath
LaSon, like my coke white as a unicorn
Word is bond, everyday got a new uniform
I want it all, never fall, fuck that
Forever war i need a mansion and my closet
Gotta look like a mall it's Darkman

It's a new day, new way, new rules
New school
New pay, new cake, new crew, new fools
Fuckin' with my safe box
(all you niggas get shot)
Fuckin' with my safe box
(all you niggas get shot)

I got the drop on you, don't flinch
Pop niggas like John Lynch
Leave niggas in they own stench
I'm a light drinker, heavy smoker
Known for duckin' show promoters
Pass the money, over
My whole crew is ex-cons
Be alarmed, when you hear the err-urrrrr
It's on, Silverback niggas under the stairs
When we link up, we travel in pairs
Ya'll niggas best to beware
Of the most thoroughest
Cover all aspects, four corners
You can't creep up on us
I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in
And when the smoke clear, do it again
This ain't a side show, you could die slow
There's no I in team, we all ride yo!
The master of the ceremony
This is my testament
Homicide Housing, that's what I represent

Don't get it fucked up, drapped
That'll extra grind
When I pop up with silencers
You next in line
Swift with a nine, in conflict
Prefer four-five
And we Loose Linx, can't control
These Animalz of mine, now
Staten Island's back on the map
While the PLO fugitive's back
Using the fact
Drama in these streets you gon' see it
And get used to the clap
Blockbuster movie picture, doggy
Preview that carlton Fisk flow in a Lex
Gorilla Homicide Housing
Came to collect, know the sounds
Just a pain in the neck

Listen young'n, I'm an OG
See I done mastered the flow
With creeping up slow
So chill 'fore I blow three
At your windshield, come on, dog, you know me
I raised you from a young pup
I taught you how to show teeth
And growl on a nigga, style on a nigga
One minute you so cool, then foul to a nigga
Ya'll suckas is pre-schoolers
A child to a nigga
I'm the resurrection of rap
Now bow to a nigga
A little old me from Staten
Island's gonna get cha and I pack a big gun
And it weighs a grip of ton
So Run like you DMC, ain't no defeating me
I set up shop on your
Block and plots off strategically
Maybe it's the weed in me
Nah a bottle of Henny
Quick to run up on your
Ass and follow with semi', muthafucka