Chi-Town, First-N-Fifteenth, F-N-F, Ghostwriter wat up? No question, you ain't gotta A-S-K I fly dope, pocket full of J-F-K's I rise tote, the occasion like toast Wit tote's on the waist, I flood ya watch flooded like a basement man You and my main foes fold like clean clothes Sub-machine holes the size of Shaq rings in between ya eyes like nose Pinky mac ring like the song that Peedi Crack sings, "I Propose" Don't make me stand up, told you, you ain't gotta have ya hands up I was like "screw paper"... Then I ran 'round touched money, changed my mind Mind on my change so I tucked money hands down Now, in addition to the semi There's paper on the waist like Henry And niggaz ain't seeing what I'm keeping concealed They wanna be it, chill; you would leak it if the secret's revealed Peep it, might leak it to polices and squeal Then you gotta hide money...like, Fresh or witness protect Went from, best to business execs in less than Four! You can get it in the chest like Fresh Anything not next to Tec is hidden in the floor So act like u Denzel or Rudy Ray Moore Wait, there's more: Let me ,catch you tappin' my floor like Savianna Moss Hope u like the sound of hollow i got more I black out like boss, How u gonna back out? There's no back doors, like Porshe Or course, it's the Boss, Tony Danza of Stanza Springsteen of sixteens... It's nothin' sweet, it's Lupe I am white people's Kool-Aid, it's mean The balla wit the goggles like Kareem From Chicago wit the models on the scene Duck fellas, Betta get down like duck feathers A rhyme or a crushed pepper A grinder yeah that's much better You a, dice game I'm a casino man Hustla for life, u hear the lingo and Find me covered in ice like Encino Man Only one missing is Pachino man... Get it? HA-HA!