That White

[40 seconds of ad libs to open]

Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shit's all the same

Old rusty ass block from which I came

Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest

When Mac-10 shoot teams try to shoot up the set

But I'm a G nigga, I'll loosen the Tec

Wet the whole block, sip Grey Goose in the jet

Pzhooom... back to the Boogie

Backpack rappers they should have a plaque in the Boogie

of me~!!! You know why? Number one hustler

I opened up the floodgates, my "Flow Joe" customers

[laughing] We all about the gunplay

but still take time out to pray every Sunday

[Chorus: various samples scratched]

The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska

Whip so many (P's) now they callin me the +Master+

UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white

I've been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night

It's on with the don, never let shit slide

Have your ass wear a patch like Slick Rick's side

Talk money, there's so much money, I can't even count

Gotta put it on a scale, ten grand weigh a ounce

Same corner all week, got the scene closed off

Should be draft in the league the way I pass those off

Coca! Now you know it's me

I was always G, you a sometimes thug

You fake hustle in your hustle and you sometimes drug

You ask if a nigga kill yeah I sometimes does, CRACK!

[Chorus]

Primo whattup my nigga, ha ha

We had to touch it again you heard me

"Shit Is Real" you heard me

Shit on these fuck-boys, you heard me?

Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite

Crack! Coca! Krillz-mania

Macho whattup nigga?

(Big L rest in peace...)