A Man Has No Name

Yeah Everybody can't go where I'm going They don't know what I'm doing Cause they don't even know what I'm on You hear me? Big Alias hahahaha Look This shit would get tricky On stage with it, they don't even know we got 50 Niggas move too iffy Mary Jane riding with me Light up and lift me Cold world, gotta zipped your coat, it's nippy This slope gets slippery She can keep all that talk like she miss me I know she really a pick me, pick me I don't care 'bout who running the city Where the bag? Let's run up a Milli' You niggas never in the right place, right time I be in the room, Might run into... Man f*ck all the name drops Remember days had stains on my tank top On the go and I can't stop Nor can I take you with me to the same spot Best to keep them out the business I won't lay my head and break law out the same spot Oh you an amateur I can smell pack reeking thru the canister Sitting on a back street with a hammer tucked Under the back seat, slide the handle up Want the exact fee for what I'm bagging up I rather leave it with one of the youngin's and let them go have it up Really Too close to call, but I'm getting a feeling Not involved with hoe shit, no dealings Send the dogs if they don't clear what I'm billing He say Well my nigga don't push it Jump out, flame it, cook it Bad bitch body, banging', book it They say Banks don't be on the Frontline My whole life I was right there ducking the 1 time Took money from you niggas in the lunch line Now I'm on the road, doing shows off Punch-lines Might drop in a week, I'm beat But the streets in need I see it's crunch time Everybody can't go where I'm going I don't know what they on But I damn sure want mine Cause this shit would get tricky On stage with it, They don't even know we got 50 Niggas move too iffy Mary Jane riding with me Light up and lift me Cold world, gotta zipped your coat, it's nippy This slope gets slippery She can keep all that talk like she miss me I know she really a Look I don't care 'bout who running the city Where the bag? Let's run up a Milli' You niggas never in the right place, right time I be in the room, Might run into... Man f*ck all the name drops Remember days had stains on my tank top On the go and I can't stop Nor can I take you with me to the same spot Yeah You niggas can't step in my domain Pockets filled with Romain Bambu filled with propane A Man Has No Name Live from 1600