Radiant Jewels Lyrics

Chef, let's do it
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in Blood money when we hawking Awkward gun that go around curves Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo
Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings Trillions on, yo, cuffing my jeans
Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man is rapping it's Ill/ Hill Street Blues
Striving, nigga with one side Don't go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat De Niro told one soul to keep quiet
Aiyo, word to mother Ya'll niggas better bring yaselfs son, word
When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isn't Shit is embarrassing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aqua duct
Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte like the MC, I'm 'Paper Thin', you tripping I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse into my life You see me blazing clips with the green to make it rich
With a team that'll scrape the Knicks and a V that's crazy quick I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness It's lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in
My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with? Cor, Mega, raw forever Fell back, pause, fell off? Never
Shaolin, what up? Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs Alejandro came through with the Mexican Aztecs Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect Homey, owe me dough, that's how we fucked up his last check
Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been Metro part with the plan, make major figures Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back You got shot, get off my ball sack
You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all whack Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back Ain't a problem that the God can't handle I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo Who?
As you can see, I'm focused Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit Boot Camp is the army, better yet a Navy Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me