Earl the Pearl

Uh
Who's that peeking out the window?
I pray you niggas ten toes
Fuck around and get your mans smoked
Fuck around and get your mans-

I took the panel of the door so we can soar
Dear lord, whippin' raw, the feds came when our plane was taking off
Cocaine on the cords when they was making me God
I ain't complaining, you gotta die in the pot to come back more
Big homie was gone a decade long, now we out in Milan
He said he can't believe we took it this high off the floor
He thought he would've died, no? In the Sean John velour
Nigga, nah
Dope fiends nodding in the spot, look like Pauly Shore
I cooked 97 ounces with my Carti on
I dropped a classic while I was selling crack, these niggas asked for this
My wrist masterous
I'm way past your list
It came out the pot solid like Ashford & Simpson
I said it came out the - mmm, fuck it

Who's that peeking out the window?
Don't fuck around and get your man smoked
(Fuck it, keep going)

The old testament, the new testament
Shoot his chest, and if he live, then shoot his chest again
They thought we would've learned our lesson
We got a quarter million in old hundreds piled up in our section
Trash cans full of ace of spade, we're bigger than the best of 'em
Scorpion stamped on the rest of the work
I mean, it's scorpion stitched in the wrestling shirts
In the Rolls-Royce, peeling the roof
Them niggas still in the stu'
Them niggas know I'm the one, but them niggas still ain't salute
That nigga snitching on who?
We judging the fruit of the womb
Being broke is childish and God loves children and fools, ooh
You'll be alright though
You know dead rappers get more life when they eyes closed
You know all my diamonds come alive for the light
You gotta see me in Magic City

Who's that peeking out the window?
I pray you niggas ten toes