weather, when you wait where you land With that hammer in your face, answer for the cake Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake Ever seen one of those snakes
you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck and hand
its SEAN on the hot track Melt like its hot wax Put it out all the stores Bet you could SHOUT that EVEN a NIGGA with a hot hat Frontin like Bad Boy AINT
I keep it real wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me (Yo, yo, we keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me (Cut ya hand off,
middle of the night boo And I met a lot of girls just like you And then I really start to like 'em too I keep 'em iced out words on I need a hot girl
pleasure of finding this treasure And taking the measure to keep it protected Jewels are a snake that can be in the wrong hands That could be deadly
Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like
me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me goin' hand to hand
faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile
Gravediggaz, my blood brother, the RZA I grew up in the violent island of Shaolin Fifty-five home an' cease thoughts implore When jackpot rot was hot
I'm equipped with a clique of bitches I'm equipped with a clique of slugs Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness [Verse 3] Snake Through the streets
You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock I still dip and dab, stick my hand in bigger bags Nick
I wanna see you move your body like a snake Eh yo, can y'all hear me out there? Aight Now this is what I wanna see I wanna see all of the ladies line
own pace Ain't no love loss 'cause I got my own taste You don't put no working hands off my plate To me that shit is snake, them referreds tell me sleep
them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it T2 style, wit one hand and
your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply, don't screw up facin' that crowd Progress, don't fall back, we can't have that I'll hold your hand
motion, just take my time The way she moves her lips, up and down my spine Got the rattle, snake wants to spit Call 9-7-6 and let my hand do the rest
slammin' door Are you more than hot for me or am I a page in your history-book I don't mean to make demands but the word and the deed go hand in hand
