[Produced by Fatin]
[Intro]
[Hook: HaLo]
I know you know me, I know you know me
Bring what you owe me, put it down, show me
I know you know me, I know you know me
Bring what you owe me, put it down, show me
My suit in the cleaners
Your ride smooth but my Cadillac's meaner, my Cadillac meaner
They ask have you seen her, yea I seen her
She's in my back seat, wetter than Katrina
[Verse 1: GQ]
Gotta get right, I'm talking whatever I please
No more waiting, I'm impatient I'm just skating oversees
See, I'm Columbus, I don't plan it it just happens
She was lost but now she found, found her way to my mackin'
Oh my bad, I'm too good, clean up good like a napkin
I'm a pimp, so bitch keep your prints off my satin
Fall into a trance, she don't understand
How I find a way to make her mine, change like a plan
Ok, can I get some dough? No way
How bout you bring me some?
Suck me like a bad habit, baby I can be your thumb
She say my lean is gangster, I say I'm glad you noticed
It's Black Dynamite, one chance, don't blow this
My Cadillac is superb, I take 'em plain
Give 'em game and turn 'em into superb
For ten got me cool, no time for jive turkeys
I'm on my own shit, pimpin' I'm on this
[Hook]
[Verse 2: HaLo]
How you want it done, rising with the morning sun
First got to pour me some crack juice
No wack fruits, I’m on it son
Give me space, room, fumes
Young brother selling tunes
That rhythm and poetry take over me
Coca leaf, cracks in your armor, Knights smoking teeth
Hope we reach a beach they ain’t discover yet
Bitch really fetch, split really stretch
Michael Vick, Philly pet
Dynamite, rhyming right
Ladies trying to find the type to settle down, but settle down
First night amazing but I’m never round, cold shit
Probably swinging the machete when I sever towns
Left it red, Nixon almost found dead
Nunchucking motherfucking head chicken clucking bad ass
A lot of class, CIA get up out my way
RIP Jimmy only everyday
Hit them each and every way, pop pop pellet spray
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Remo]
It go, Cream Corn, haters is real yellow
Rollers in your hair, bitch all in your nails
X menace, hard hittin' hard dickin'
Epitome of pimpin' real ass nigga
Soul brother number 1, not James Brown
I stick and move percolated K lay round
I got streets to save, I got lay to game down
Nigga kill the fam, revenge that tastes now
Full flesh takedown, pee pie break down
If it's worth, we gonn follow the whip and stake out
Shoulda found a rat to tell us the how when and where
Hit him off dumbass, he probably take us right there
Yeah, I know the streets too well and they respect me
Way too much and niggas know not to test me
Hell, you better off making a friend cuz you can't win
I need to holla at Chicago when, ya dig
