Son, they shook
there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Don’t need no hook or book
To look at e’m
With more flames than lames
Get out the game
Put cha on a plane
Drop ya off midway
Scarface
Carlito’s way
Get e’m gamed
Chess piece slayed
Equally take e’m defensively
So you don’t know the relativity
To the Minerva
Dropping these dragons like Michael
Check the cycle
Nights I write thunderous clouds above
Thrown fifths at the those
Serving six pas the quest
My address
Be none to guess
Hideouts and passage ways
Be a blaster for days
Acumen nasty boy
Tapestry mastery be optimal
Crack of dawn
To the croc of shit
What you rocking pills for
Billing you for each hour
Rocking it with no power
Son, they shook
there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Don’t need no hook or book
To look defeat them with a right hook
Two piece you rooks
With just more than a jux
Take your tux you ain’t bond
Chimichangas
Billabong
Ring the alarm
Get the scram
Know the plan
Best even now
Checking the dow jones plow hoes
Like defeating clones
Deflate bimbos
By the throne

Son, they shook
there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Don’t need no hook or book
Son, they shook
there ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Don’t need no hook or book
To look defeat them with a right hook
Two piece you rooks