Stingray

(La música de Harry Fraud) yeah

Pressure's on, tan leather 500E, desert storm
Weapons drawn once I hear the beat, got a western on in the crib
Young guns in the east side move it there
Built that in my home
Took that page from Larry Wall
Stash spots in the zone
Cleared the building like somebody pulled the fire alarm
Bio-threat, hundred lodged in the trunk of that Corvette
If I ain't bought it, must ain't saw it yet
How raw can it get?
Detached from reality, she don't recognize herself
She turned into something else (she'll hold something else)
Wraith got the stars and the asteroid belt
You tryna talk about cars
We in the bidding war to buy five jets
Finally a top of mountain achieved
Can't believe I'm not asleep, living in a dream

(Yeah)
(Yeah, wake up early to count this money)
Somebody might die next time that I load a pistol
Miami heat like Alonzo, two floor condo in Brickell
I got that fast cash, look, they call me, "Trash Bag Butch"
Scratch that, a thousand eight grams, and half that's cooked
I'm east side by law, gangsta shit, it's what you call a don
Ran off the Draco and the double R just for my daughter prom
I got my first brick from Doug, you know that one was on the arm
I took that shit on the road with me, just like a port-a-charm

(I just got a line on a freelancer with a hundred grand burning a hole in his pocket)
(And no one to relieve him of his cash)
(The deal's set for the gallery, doc)
(And Jimmy Hagovich will run interference for you)
(I don't want him)
(He knows the man, he knows the place)
(Once he sets you up with the guy, you're in charge)
(You follow me?)
(I'll use the boat)
(That's a good idea)
(Outside the Marina, there's a whole big ocean)