Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane (feat. Jadakiss)

Blank Face, tre eight, kill everybody, fuck an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates

Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off

Punk-ass cops, them crackers want us with our black off

Thug life, **** since '96, I wanted to gang bang

Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids

Crack off ****, I'm squeezing empty till the shell break

Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, blank face

Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways

Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds with your pack then

Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone

Can't fold figures, I make deposits with the gold grin

Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on

All bad bitches, they wanna fuck me with the cap gone

Real life ****, I'm in the stu' till all the weed blown

Wait long, long, I hid the dope behind the cellphone

Y'all don't hear me, I want the money right, ugh

Groovy Tony, no face killer, I see the money right, ugh

Yo, Blank Face, clear everything out the safe

Crack the pig bank, robbin' your kids too

My heart an igloo, the devil in all blue, huh

Die now go to heaven or bring 'em through

Lot of brown 'round here, got that white girl for you, uh

And she swimming in fire water, could be double digits

Pistol through your Civic

Most die before they hear it, turn a **** to a spirit

Drive slow, oh, hey

Hit the curb with shattered mirrors

Look around now you're hell bound, boogie down

Bullshit I won't allow, slang a bird every hou'

Smack a **** with the heat

Contradicting, now you peace

Leave you triple six laying in defeat

Can you dig it? Struck a match, they won't finish

Drop a **** off, get a **** whipped

Squeezing fingertips, aye

Blank Face, tre eight, kill everybody, fuck an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates

Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off

Punk ass cops them crackers want us with our black off

Thug life, **** since '96 I want the gang bang

Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids

Crack off ****, I'm squeezing empty till the shell break

Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, blank face

Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come

Body language's the same as when the shots rung

Holding a thirty-eight and a shotgun

Real ****, we all know you are not one, nah

Running with the rebels, it's a three-man weave

With the Lord and the devil

Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel

If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)

Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)

With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)

My heart's getting colder

When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder

You notice I got the (Blank face)

I heard nothing, I ain't seen nothing

I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'

F y'all for ever hating me

As I sit there while they interrogate me

I'm staring at 'em with the (Blank face)

Oh, top rack **** and the money came with it, huh

New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it

Came with it, uh, yeah

Rims flying down the road, huh

Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door, huh

Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high

Tell me put the gun down, I'm probably gon' die

I know, I know, big guns sell dope

Eddie Kane's little bro, hunnid k, one whip, hah

Open Eddie Kane for hire

Been tryna get rich for hours

Nights like this I wish

Cocaine drops would fall

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Yo, uh, yo, uh

Need a car with no mileage

Kristoff on my palate

My cigar full of cabbage

Came from the dirt to the carrots

Getting dirty dollars

Four different baby mommas

Dope between the speakers

So fuck you, mister teacher

'Cause the paper, I ace it

Lead, they tried to erase it

But I'm still standing

They mad at everything

Nothing given, I'ma take it first

On the trees like a hammock

Flip the work behind the campus

Young Groovy turn your hood into a movie (Into a movie)

Gang bang it, don't slang it

GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up

Fuck tryna sneak the K in

On the road to riches

Thank you, Mister Reagan

You helped them dollars rake in

And to my uncle that fucked up the family

That shit that you was smokin'

I was pushin', residue lie on the cushion

I'ma blame it on your ass cause I ain't gettin' whoopings

And your proof is in the pudding

I'm just grandma's baby, Eddie Kane

(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)

Standing in the white light

And we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

Is there any other smokers in here?

Keys open doors on the road to my heart

Dreams on the floor, bet a **** stay high and I know

What makes the world go 'round, go 'round? Woo-hoo

What makes the world go 'round, go 'round? Woo-hoo