Lyrics
Verse 1
I keep the streets on lock, with every beat I drop, da kinda heat I cop’ll leave you witta peep hole shot, so I can peep ya ribs, proceed ta bitch ya bitch, and treat ya future kids to smith & Wesson forty fifths, da kind that leave a mark, sometimes I seem a sar, cast-ic bastard that’ll clap u on da streets at dark, bullets be flyin round, call it the dyin town, I’ll leave u cryin now, lean it to ya side and BLAOW!
Chorus (2x)
I gotta handle that I handle with precision and knowledge
Flop ya sandles wit ma prisoner knowledge (uhh...)
Droppin candles, night, vision is flawless
Get smart, send a nigga ta college (yup, yup…)
Verse 2
I like ta keep ya shook, (*insert sound*) made ya look, and press a gun to ya hand, kablam and here’s a hook, I like ta clock ma times, the glock’ll rock ya spine, cuz when I cock my nine ya drop like stocks, New York Times, I rep da street like Wall, ma semi greets like Hall, Mark in the dark when I BLAM, till there’s no more heat like fall, the kid is always ready, ma heat is always ready, whether it comes to da straps or da raps, I’m always ready!
Chorus (2x)
I gotta handle that I handle with precision and knowledge
Flop ya sandles wit ma prisoner knowledge (uhh...)
Droppin candles, night, vision is flawless
Get smart, send a nigga ta college (yup, yup…)
Verse 3
I used ta carry drugs, I’ll letchu marry slugs, when I say X’s and O’s, this ain’t no kiss and hugs, I’m gonna snipe ya dawg, you’ll hafta use ya windshield wipers jus ta clean ya intestines up off ya viper dawg, u know I spit the truth, on stage and in the booth, and on da page in school, English notebook writin jewels, so when we come around, we got da gun around, I’ll call ya twista cuz ma pistol leave ya spun around!
Chorus (2x)
I gotta handle that I handle with precision and knowledge
Flop ya sandles wit ma prisoner knowledge (uhh...)
Droppin candles, night, vision is flawless
Get smart, send a nigga ta college (yup, yup…)
Verse 4
(*Young Street$ spits his verse*)
Chorus (2x)
I gotta handle that I handle with precision and knowledge
Flop ya sandles wit ma prisoner knowledge (uhh...)
Droppin candles, night, vision is flawless
Get smart, send a nigga ta college (yup, yup…)
