That White

[40 seconds of ad libs to open]
Fat Joe, Joe Crack, shits 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 Im a G nigga, Ill 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 (Ps) now they callin me the +Master+
UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white
Ive been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night
Its on with the don, never let shit slide
Have your ass wear a patch like Slick Ricks side
Talk money, theres so much money, I cant 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 its 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...)