Fat Joe - The Cypher Lyrics
feat. Nick ShadesYeah, now take it out,I care your baby and your baby careless'and that's a perfect marriage.Pray to God a nigga catch, still G in his rideAnd I'm with that, crackers ' in your crime!This is that cocaine rap, blood on the dopeI see zombies in the trap, next to Phantoms and a Ghost***** on a pole, ' is an optionWhen you grow up on the stove and your' is never home, uhWe missed the heroin with the tranquilizer, niggaAll is missing is the dealers emphazing, nigga!Junkies hobbling back like a class, yeahThrowing niggas off the boat like clients fellI'm on the top dead, go for ' across the trapezSpend the coin, chasing tails just to drop headsHot tubs pulling back, fully know the chromeRolling stones on the cover of the Rolling StoneHa, ha, ha, hey you did that shit on'Young niggas Shades!Yeah, yeah, hit them niggas with that shit, man!Hey, hey, time to be on the track!Hey, hey!First of all I wanna thank my connectorPutting me on game and always be on deckYoung Cuban, so I had to get the link upon my neckThat I leave no homie crack and make this money manifestI can ' with the intend to 'To come direct to my directions, hyper-shit when shit commit.My formulae is immaculate, net worth the senseLaying shit the'we're getting lifted by the'My niggas always packing pistolsWanted treat to be my guestBlow, and then we disappear with pure finesse.And *****es like Montana, trying to end up more like SosaSo I'm gambling with the coca till my cash will run it overGot so many stash cosmogy, more than a'The cliché to save, I only ***** how you feelAnd I'mma keep stacking the stacking, you made this paper for real'. And try to come up for real.Chill, chill, chill nigga!Man, they go forever, bro!Hey!
