(A.L.T.)
Domino, now we're in the mix
I know that you holdin' 3-5 and a double 6
I got yo' money fool now what you gonna do
You're actin' like them fools on the other side do
But all that heebity-heebity shit is old
We got 15 platinum to your one pussy ass gold
[Hold up, wait a minute A.L.T. put some motherfuckin' curse once in]
Now I'm back on the streets after five and the deuce
And everybody's tryin' say there's a gang truce but fuck that
I gotta put away the one that put me in to the pen
The one who made the stone from a ?green?
No more old school fights I got you in my sights
My blast is gonna light up the night
If you're gonna talk the talk, walk the walk
'Cause your body fits perfect in the outline chalk
