[ Featuring Swizz Beatz ]
They nodding and dozing
They sit there frozen in awe
With train track scars on they arm
All because the stamp on the bag was in charge
The same thing that took down DeBarge
I get it off the barge, floating through the water ways
Didn't need Italians, now they got a water wage
When the product's pure, you're the one they oughta pay
Sugar Hill suite like it's daddy-daughter day (yugh)
The line around the corner like Six Flags
The potency of one of mine equal to six bags
I done watch brothers kill brothers for nic' bags
The dope lean, have a nigga parked like a kick stand
I'm the Bump Johnson of rap, Harlem Renaissance
I provide the fix, a young Lanvin son
The secret's in the mix, I sell it a la carte
I peddle everything you want, motherf*ckers!
Aye, I ain't got no patience (patience)
This clip and the barrel guarantee I make you famous (God damn)
Man, we make you brainless
The mask, the glove, God damn I'm dangerous
Needles, noses (oh)
Dosage after dosage
Until the cell closes
'Til the casket gets filled with the ghosts
On a face that shows no emotion
I'm selling love potion, Chanel N°9
The scents camouflage but it ain't hard to find
Poppy flowers are our goldmine
Papi guarantee it d up until the goal-line
On every corner like a stoplight
Makes it hard staying out the spotlight
Numbers up and down you better shop right
It's a vest and two guns when we shop nights
Hell Up in Harlem, lotta problem solvers
Lotta dope dealers, lotta money launderers
Real go getter, if you ain't know nigga
We came to put locks on blocks to show niggas
Aye, I ain't got no patience (patience)
This clip and the barrel guarantee I make you famous (God damn)
Man, we make you brainless
The mask, the glove, God damn I'm dangerous
I ain't got no patience (patience)
This clip and the barrel guarantee I make you famous (God damn)
Man, we make you brainless
The mask, the glove, God damn I'm dangerous
