Bernadines (feat. The Alchemist)

It's all your fault, Al (uh uh, uh uh, uh)
It's on
Where we at?
Bo Jackson, let's get it (ay, 227)

Can't none of y'all mirror me back (at all)
Back to them ol' FILA Runballs, steerin' the Ac (uh huh)
Ain't have a quarter for a gumball out the machine (flat broke)
Was choppin' up them 8-balls with a house full of fiends (let's get it)
Run in and out, then I pull off once I count up the cream (it's all here)
Got Uncle Whoadie takin' calls while I round up the beans (iceman)
Want all the blues and the orange, my niggas so Detroit (hell block)
Taj Mahal told me pull up, he said he on the courts
A smoker came with thirty bucks, gave her a skimpy dime
Told auntie hurry the fuck up, she took her sweet time
I pulled off 'fore she made it on, she was takin' too long (where we at?)
Jalisa came at me with nine, gave her two stones (be right back)
For bein' patient, she hate waitin', I hate takin' shorts (I does)
Woke up this morning off the drank, shit had me late for court (drugs)
Four fives and two sixes, threw the V8 in sport (uh huh)
That's two pints, add it up, my niggas drinkin' quarts (what else?)
On hell block, still in the flame, don't make me blaze the torch
My PO popped up at my crib, she say I ain't report
Got me depressed

Murder is a tough thing to digest
30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects
Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps
Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net
Streets is watchin'
Murder is a tough thing to digest
It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
Murder is a tough thing to digest
Yeah, you know the rest

Eye to the sky, got my head up in the cloud (yeah)
Can hear the concrete crack soon as I step foot on the ground
I been up and runnin', only six and rep McNichols mob
With enough shooters to round up and shut the city down
With ten 47s, ain't no question, we did them niggas foul
Heavy press, my niggas plow, better catch up with your crowd
Grew up around gorillas, dope dealers and young wild niggas
My hitters dead gang with this shit, y'all niggas cloud killers
It's Concreatures, two-way
Due-ce siete, rockin piete from the UK on the expressway (where we at?)
On my way to the next play, bumped into Jefe
He went up on the ticket, plus this shit look like it's played with (what's this?)
Spotty in the middle, off-white, without no shine to it (why this shit look like this?)
Was somethin' like a piano, I had to fine-tune it (uh)
Honor student from the university of crime school (Crime you)
Your baby mama used to move the work for me and find blues
Five rules that you must abide when you in the mob (gang)
Never break the oath, bend or fold, never steal or rob
From the La Famil', cross the fam, take it up with God
This mafia shit so for real, I had to pay my tithes

Don't you want to hear my last words?
I just did
'Chemist, let's get it

Murder is a tough thing to digest
30 with the green beam, thuggin' in the projects
Learned to keep them killings clean, had to cover my steps
Kept them Bernadines, knew not to post them guns on the 'net
Streets is watchin'
Murder is a tough thing to digest
It's a slow process, so before you take cuts in that line
Murder is a tough thing to digest