(Intro: man......women.....earth......death......infinty)

you heard 'em kids that's cold as ever
so stash this in humble rivers
not forgettin' the name

Infinite with gold frame
Night for us though they gotta lock this mic in a chain
everybody wants to rule the world and saddle my name
pronto
yo we whiping off slugs before they blow like 380 grains that fit inside milis
you know the dili
born God I'm on a different flex at night
yo everything's crisp like pourin' guiness down the end of a chaulis pipe
I've got you hooked like a cussie looking for cookie
chop chop tied 'em up with blood in a cup
I made you think twice to this so kick back and drink your whites
most talks are negative and some are dead while they live

chorus:
strvin' to find a way
I gotta get mine
we find ourselves today
is freedom time
strvin' to find a way in tryin' times in this life
I gotta get mine

yo, doin' shine moves like that old lady sky with a basin
carry from crime scenes not to exact they destinations
like crosstown
task force invading your grounds
everybody slowly in the hallway
survaliance in the lobby
father I can't make this a hobby unkown
I turn that h sideways like it's shown
2-0 sewn
a diamond cuts a diamond cuts stone
dirty holsters hold dirty chromes
here today tommorrow you're gone
it's on these hidden cameras
glare these forty calibers
they shone
bout to feel the future it's on
from dusk to dawn these horny hockers sellin' half of they fluck
this life is paralell to hell but in these days it's a must

chorus

now every man's bush inside the night club
yo let's see who can get the biggest chain
or the best at playin' these games
gotta be the phattest
the man, I'm jammin' 'em back
around the corner where the light dims
smoke sess and cigars and blow smoke
pull off the last of it it dropped on the floor
I stepped on it and put a twist in it
you cats better be listenin'
it's all about in the wrong place and at the wrong time
but you can ask Divine her inthesions
building lessons
on top golden opportunites face
some man is out for cut-throat
and I ain't watchin' no face
and that's a fact don't prove that
just dealin' with beers
most talks are negative and some are dead while they live

chorus out