2. "That shit was boast when the guest performer came onstage."
Of myself, I freely admit, besides some small shit I ain't got no game
But I once knew this sly hustlin, fly dressin motherfucker who'd built himself quite a name
As quiet as its kept you may not know of the longshoe of the century
So let me deal out the holecard and put you wise to his pedigree
Cipher, from the street he attained kingpin status through concentration and kilos and pimpin hoes with big asses
He wore vines displaying taste well ahead of his time
And sharkskin kicks, bustin hoes in the ass who refused to turn tricks
But he always dealt solid to those in his flock and as much as it may come as a shock
He only layed out lames who tried to lay him two ways
You know some Lames just can't take the weight, but like a stone cold noble he did his bid and went straight!