Intro Lyrics - Clppng - Clipping

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves 

Somebody been selling them dreams again 

Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again 

The beast buried under the streets is 'bout to 

Leave the den of thieves and hooligans ready to 

Fettuccine the noodles of any cook looking new to the kitchen 

Cooking up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the cake 

He can bet that the cheddar stay in the refrigerator 

To keep it fresh until it's on 

Every day is preparation for armageddon 

A holocaust, any cost, you want to get on one or on two 

Get three stacks and bring it back to the fortress 

Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay 

Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin' 

Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but he's goin', wouldn't you? 

If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' through sweepin' 

And nobody got a problem sweepin' over you 

Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick 

Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning back 

So quit backspinning and get a gat 

Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where they at 

Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and probably eating the map 

Versus verses, the hearses, Versace verses the nerves and the pain 

Slang, it seems it's a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't 

Are the same folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint 

Or the block after the rain 

Fucker, prepare for the storm 

Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm 

The spoken word is weak 

Scream motherfucker, dreams are cheap 

You ain't even even gotta sleep 

Don't sleep, it's Clipping bitch