Spy Hunter E

Hey, Huh, huh. Yup, yup, Huh. We bake the cakes up and serve 'em Fresh. You on a crash course for certain death. Wall candy, Eames chairs on Persian rugs. Whole body in the pot when I'm turnin' drugs. Spin master like Jazzy Jeff. Candy paint the 'Vette, Yokohama tires, I'm Manny Fresh. They call me the saucier. I'm at the table at the Taj, two-fifty K The cost to play. Fuck around and get tossed Away. Talk dirty, we freshen up your breath, No Binaca spray. C. O. D., We do not accept a Check. Crack a blank tape open and press the Rec. Keep the vocals with less effect. If I'm not the coldest, whoever you consider is, I'm neck to neck. Don't get mad, get perpendicular. Doin' donuts, we swervin' a vehicular. Every detail on the shirt is particular. Passport tatted, I'm doin' work as a visitor. I'm jet-settin', takin' your chips off the table'll Be your best bettin'. Sendin' 'em back like the Package had no address headed. All you saw was a sugar flash when the 'Vette jetted Was a product of his environment as Well. He just chose, and it was his right To choose how he wanted to live his life. You niggas stock pickin', I'm on a yacht chillin'. We be hoppin' out black cars with lights flickin'. Got one stone worth for five-fifty. The forty cool, but the nine consistent. Did a boof at the diamond district. You know my price is different, life is different, Ice is different. Come on, bro, you know we tired of that Same shit. Hit the two times, then I lane switch. Eatin' dinner out in London, tip the valet a Hundred. Man, I'm thinkin' long-term capital. I rock the plaid Rollie so casual, And my assets still tangible. I'm takin' East Coast girls to Calistoga. Let her take a ride in the 'Rari, I Rock the gold one. The streets could've ate me Alive, it made me stronger. I went so hard for this shit, it made Me colder. Twenty G's just for the rug, But that's normal. Puttin' in work every day, I'm still homeless. Batantonio Okay, I guess they want verse from the Sensei. Most these niggas like ointment, Bengay. You pull a muscle in your back tryna Pick up my safe. My mansion big, it take Two people to pick up a vase. It's war time and I'm war ready. I got cash invested, cash in the bank, And I got cash handy. I heard Rashad of Troy talk about the tax Levy. If I ain't handle my business, I be backpedalin'. If I ain't open up a Business, I be bag-pedalin', crack pedalin', Black felon, pack sellin'. Crop shooter, fuck a seven, I'm screamin' "Hallelujah." Packed the Ruger way before I was a College student. See, I'm the kid that the trap Recruited. It saw the hustle in me early and I must salute it. I gun saluted. Know niggas that did drive-bys and busted you with. A thin line between flewed out and prostituting. I fuck her with my tool out. I get bored, I buy a new house. Of properties, multiple BC's. On this track, you heard me talk multiple feces. You hear me? A Southside Sunday cruiser and pull Up in Hemis. Everything I do is business with Me. God got a plan. Got people behind me like the Verizon man, Prayin' for a thousand grand