Stove Work

Just classic, plus ratchet
27 Club jacket, too much traffic

Nothing but action, my gun pump acid
You just rapping, sucka, I bumped you and nothing happened

Pumping the MAC, thumb tacking
If it get stuck in your back then your lungs flatten
If it's stuck in your hat then your skull's cracking
It's a blood bath when skull fragments are stuffed back in
I bring the blood and the mud back in
Just trapping, thousand grams of doves flapping
Fuck asking how long the high from my drugs lasting
I pump packs that come with sunglasses and crushed aspirin
Walked in the church with the clothes that I cut crack in
The preacher heard then he told me I'm trespassing

The teacher heard then he told me that I was worthless
And only could cut classes, he showed me the judge Mathis, homie
The diamonds in my Rollie could cut glasses

Busting ratchets

Cut from a different cloth so I'm cut
From a fabric that nothing matches
The straight jacket ain't jacking, it
Wasn't latching, I buckled it backwards

Dreaming of hellfire like the devil stuck
A couple of matches under my mattress
I'm a fucking savage, you front like you lavish, you just average
Fronting, bus passing while you're bus passing
Stunting, Hennessy straight, you thug passion
Your ice grill reminds me why I love laughing
Just trapping, pump crack, fuck taxes
My life's just ratchet, fight club matches
The ice in my band look like light bulbs flashing
And the light it look like the light bulbs back spinning

This the stove work, if your stove work
This the raw, baby, if your nose work
This the street, baby, this the road work
It don't work, if you scared, go to church, nigga
I'll whip it up, I'll whip it up
I'll whip it up, I'll whip it up
Look me in my eye, ask if I give a fuck
Bust it open, let Pete Rock stitch it up

Poverty stricken? You gotta be kidding

I hit the lottery if you got an addiction

The coppers won't stop 'til they got a conviction

I keep pots of Pete Rock in the kitchen
The fiends cop 'til we locked in the prison, so please stop it

But the sneakers that I'm rocking, these your college tuition
Police stopping, eavesdropping, they listen
Them beat walkers, with binoculars
Tryna watch as my fishing rod's in the fishing pond
And it's sticking, it's swarming, it's swimming in water
I'm whipping the product, I'm pitching

I'm ordering shrimp, pasta, and chicken, bitches washing my dishes
This is Tha Carter, bitch, I make lobster bisque
Out of competition, 'cause the block don't got a pension
This a school of hard knock convention
Fool, nah, this is not detention
Boo-ya, you gotta die, somebody sign the petition

'Cause you kept playing yourself, and not your position
Not by decision do I sacrifice these virgin daughters and strip 'em
I'm a god, I could kiss 'em and start a religion

All of them, Catholicism, Islamic, and Christian
Take the Quran and I stick it in the Bible and mix it

Tell your baby mama holler "The Father is risen"
'Fore she swallow holler "Father, forgive 'em"
All that I give 'em ain't appreciated

Don't get your lifespan abbreviated
Stupid

This the stove work, if your stove work
This the raw, baby, if your nose work
This the street, baby, this the road work
It don't work, if you scared, go to church, nigga
I'll whip it up, I'll whip it up
I'll whip it up, I'll whip it up
Look me in my eye, ask if I give a fuck
Bust it open, let Pete Rock stitch it up