The Boss - J. Stalin

Throw it on the table, I’m thumbin' straight through a hundred

Chopper on my lap 'cause I’m knowin' the reaper comin'

They fuck around and snitch if they probably know I done it

Bitch, my shoes too fresh, I ain’t runnin' from nothin'

Turned nothin' into somethin', copped that work and it’s comin'

Everybody got pipes around here, we do the plumbin'

I don’t do the clubs, I don’t do the rap summons

It ain’t hard to tell you niggas never had no money

Out in the cold, dirty clothes with my nose runnin'

Finna pop up out these bushes, bitch, and slump somethin'

Lil' bro on the corner, tell me if somebody comin'

We gotta be quiet, if they hear us, they gon' start runnin'

I play dumb, but I ain’t a motherfuckin' dummy

Try to play me like a lummy, get your ass slapped

Niggas say they doin' this and that, it’s all cap

Swear to God I could buy a brick and run it back

When you niggas gon' realize we under attack?

And they don’t want you to have shit if your ass Black

Fuck learnin' how to shoot, learn how to stack

Get your money and you could buy a hundred MACs

Thousand TECs and all the extra clips you own

Pay somebody to throw his ass in the fuckin' trunk

And ain’t nobody said nothin', we silent like monks

Money on my mind, my nigga, I came to grind

Drop me off in any hood and I’ll be fine

Lord, forgive me 'cause I’m probably about to sin

And if them niggas sellin' white, I’m probably blendin' in

And I’m stackin' everything, bitch, I ain’t got shit to spend

You a stupid motherfucker, thought I wasn’t finna win

It was cold on the ten, I was still outside

Servin' everybody mama, I ain’t have no pride

I got family that done died, I’m embedded in this

So when you see me in the kitchen and I’m whippin' my wrist

Then I take it out the pot and let it dry real quick

And if it take too long, then I blow-dry it

And though you seen everything, you ain’t really seen shit

'Cause niggas runnin' they mouth end up gettin' hit

And you don’t wanna be the nigga to get hit

So all I’m sayin' is don’t be runnin' your mouth and shit

Big drip, not the clothes, that’s the water whip

It came with the outfit, the banger on my hip

Times I drift and get to thinkin' 'bout the wrong shit

Huh, and then I’m back to the script

And then I’m back to the script

Bitch, I’m back to the script

And then I’m back to the script

Bitch, I’m back to the script