Bally Shoe - Step Brothers, Psycho Les, Fargo

It’s that shit, it’s that hardcore shit

Who is it, it’s the second hand record man

Blowin' smoke in your face, you catchin' second hand

Make you choke off the toke like a bowtie

I smoke the hash every day, look I’m so high

Alchemist chop the beat like, Oh my

We got another hit straight out the goldmine

In New York I make a phone call and go get it

In California I just walk up in the fuckin' clinic

And get medicated, smoke a blunt and start meditating

Criss Angel levitating, I’m dedicating

This to all beat diggers and groupies that sleep with us

After the show, peace bitches

Grab the Henny, we goin' back to the telly

I’ma urine on your face and take a crap on your belly

And do the R. Kelly, now take a shower ho

It’s too powerful

You know how it is, when you’re walkin' down the corner

Kickin' it on maron doner, streets is hotter than a sauna

Don’t matter if you in New York or California

It’s all about making that payola

And if you try to stunt we’re gonna run up on ya on some Dirty Harry shit

You try to pull a fast one, fuck around hold your fam for ransom

Smash you in your face with a .44 Magnum

To all the fake cats try’na hate, cocksuckers bragging like they got that cake

You ain’t an OG from the old school, bitch nigga broke the number one rule

Fuckin' wit' jakes, yapping away, dropping jewels

Now I’m here to regulate, dead you on your papes and wait

Put a hole in your face, and you won’t be recognized at your wake

Fuckin' snake

Out of order, these motherfuckers cannot manage

Slap 'em up and wrap 'em up just like a bandage

Innovative, I animate on the canvas

Work magic, crash the board like Kurt Rambis

On the rebound, sit on the throne, no need to be crowned

It’s the reign now, get it poppin' soon as I lay the beat down

Steamroller the pebbles level the street down

Impossible for me to turn the heat down, the switch broke

Circle through a cloud of marijuana spliff smoke

Clip though, I bully foot over tracks, you tip-toe

Display butter flavor like a rich Nabisco

I punch hits, working with my fists like Klitschko

I rapidly pitch, gorilla pimp, open handedly slap a bitch

Material sewn without a stitch

Gets me riches, diamonds, cars, valuables

How we do, your crusty foot’s not equipped to fit inside of my Bally shoe

I roll up to keep the doctor away

I never met Doc Drew but met Doc Dre

Never Doc J in my '86 weapons

To every session, shot the lane and lit the entrance

It’s E to the V, I see myself like the world does

Picture that can’t stand still until the world buzz

Riddle never solved till he stated the solution

Before drug smuggle you was covered in pollution

Runnin' round town without a buzz until you got one

Spot blown like he never had an option

Buildin' up the base in empty lots that pop up

The new sheriff got a shotgun

Yo I ain’t makeshift and this is coming straight from the basement

We are the best, nothing in life will ever change, kid

You never know when the table turn aces

Trading places, Kenny Powers, K-Swiss