Grab my towel and put my V secrets on (I'm getting ready) And brush my teeth 'cause I'm almost ready to roll (I'm getting ready) I know I should focus
T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my v-dozen on the streets Cause when I'm
tints feelin like a prince pimp has the perp pass, fly I gets high fuckin parachute got a new pair of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns
, puffin on a bone in the zone where it affects me the most [Style P adlibs] pocket full of a d.ps, honeys from d.c cayenne with the t.v, livin is easy
you ain't gon' prove it Even though that hurt, I just skated past that Look, everybody got dreams about ki's Chains full of ice with S after the V's
daze (in the daze) Verse 1: Roscoe Dash Roscoe Dash! Got my V.I.P and my winning wife while my mind is like I got it on an I.V. cuz I need it to
P D Guns like LAPD when them shells spray he sleep My niggas gon lay em flat like a HD TV Fuck if he go tell DC that's if he L I V E And a nigga T
life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick I came to wear my Yankee
, bloods and crips in New York The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York Or just V.I., to
and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady
doubt, Wingate Park, no doubt Prospect Park I'm all laid out Homeless, my gear played out and I know this But I'm an MC I stay focused I took the shuttle
Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
the drama out this bitch (They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C We got another one (They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V
on his bike And die on a death mission, two tec's spittin' No vest section from my chest missin' Die 'cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten In a V twizzy
bank let the Crist pop Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit More doe to get, focus
Ah, for the nine-five, yeah Sick wid it records, jive all the time Understandin' the system main It's Mob City, V-Town, it's Mob City It's Mob City V
shit that you know I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough You know if it aint the
that There are those who'd question my skillz and abilities Since it is thus, I must release it myself Forth with be thou reprimanded, hit 'em Hocus, focus