Track 1 - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hey, you deaf, dead or both, bitch?

[Verse 1]

Welcome here Z, E, H, T

Cruising up in the blade through Grove Street

I'm upstairs, replaying the memories

While I change out my shoes, put on a white tee

BMX bike, I cruise

From Old Reece’s to Sweet's house

I weave smooth

With no hesitation

Pedestrians get knocked out

If they saying stupid shit 'bout my clothes

And then prostitutes get fucked and I kill the hoe

Need the money to refill ammo

I’m running low but I'm high

Like when you hold X in the jetpack for a while

Creeping around like I'm in Madd Dogg's Mansion

Rollin' Heights, but I ain't no Balla

Ask where I'm from, you know I stand taller

I tell you Grove Street til' I D, I, E

Get left like R, Y, D, E, R

Underwater with an empty health bar

Should’ve worked on your lung capacity bar

Not for the swimming but to hold onto MP bullets

When I happen to pull up

Then you be frozen

Then you hear the Uzi blast

Same way as the godfather, easy laugh

(hahahahahahahahaha)

[Characters Speaking]

Shit, a Ballas car is onto us

Split up

Keep up motherfucker

[Verse 2]

Let the laugh haunt you

Coming from every angle, bitch

I let the voodoo bounce all around your bitch

With the green bandana wrapped ’round my head

The front tire higher than your house is

And the bat might connect with your jaw

'’Officer, I'm going to play baseball''

If the police ask why I’ve got a bat for

Swinging on the New Jack no CSR

Okay, Binco jeans on me

Still the sex appeal bar is off the screen

I'm gonna leave the city dripping in green

Grove Street family humiliate your team

Vagos get left in my car smoke

Ballas get made a fucking fool of

And any motherfucking gang in this fucked up world

Bites the dust on the floor when we pull up

Binco jeans on me