I’m from Norristown home of the scumball
Not far from the block round the corner from Gotwald
Yalls outta towners easy to spot yall
Them Ricans on the block’ll buck fifty and pop yall
Merkin’ work out the outskirts of Philly
Hop skip and jump from the heart of the city
Mr. Martini Keyotti got me shitty
Functionin’ junkies with jobs keep me busy
Who is he
Sicilian stallion ill madallions
Rippin’ up challengers
Sledge hammer rappers the rap Galliger
Veteran or amatuer I stitch up and bandage ya
Back hand ya manager kidnap fan clubs
J sandman sleepin’ bag slump chumps
Who prepumped prepaid and gassed you
Don’t open up ya face unless ya asked to
I’m a nasty dude my crew is holdin’
Representin’ the Hills wether Norris or Rollin’
I don’t care if it’s brand new used or stolen
See me with it don’t forget dickhead I own it
You know this

I see thru your design
These green eyes never lie
A kat like me ain’t a dime a dozen
I’m my own kinda fly
Mr. Sinatra got ya hotter then a burner in ya mug
You couldn’t stop it if ya wanted to so mineswell give it up

When two and two equals five and attitudes collide
Shit ain’t addin’ up pickin’ up on bad vibes
My third eyes realize wise guys talk fly
Like I ordered up beef with a side of small fries
Story of my life
I never lived a lie
Cept when I lived with my folks and was comin’ home high
Slide on D.U.I.’s had lunch with the judge
Bullshit fines paid em’ off in one month
Still drunk off punch Monday by lunch
Drive one eye shut with banaka tougne
A shindig ain’t shit til’ Sinatra come
Hit back doors quick before the cops gone come
My intuition is hittin’ like Gondi’s son
Faught for what I want usually I won
I ain’t getting’ jacked up like the price of fuel
Or puttin’ up with bullshit I’m not that type of bull

I see thru your design
These green eyes never lie
A kat like me ain’t a dime a dozen
I’m my own kinda fly
Mr. Sinatra got ya hotter then a burner in ya mug
You couldn’t stop it if ya wanted to so mineswell give it up

It’s no cake walk talk in perticular code
Never know when five-0’s roll in regular clothes
Mindin’ they own posein’ like regular Joes
Post up in windows poppin’ off photos
Three months hurry up stack buku bucks
Blow Sambuka blunts laid up in the cuts
Refridgerater in the back plastic cups in the front
Back seat bent I got one eye shut
That’s what I’m bankin’ on
Thank God regardless
I can die today on the real I’m clueless true this
Ya ever kiss a cold body let’s say a close homie on top of this it’s family
Tissues at funerals last week we was happy
Now I’m talkin’ to a corpse please Lord let him hear me
Lifes too short we all die that’s a given
Try and fly straight appreciate how you livin’
Ya dig it

I see thru your design
These green eyes never lie
A kat like me ain’t a dime a dozen
I’m my own kinda fly
Mr. Sinatra got ya hotter then a burner in ya mug
You couldn’t stop it if ya wanted to so mineswell give it up

Go back to Lyrics