the ill L.A to the Chilly East coast steal them W's that's raised up for real Fellatio fetish broads know me, where I live Brought dimes from Brazil,
? A thousand's in the pock' Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up Two ? and a pound-cake
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm illa rhyme spitter I am like an arms dealer I sell heat to the streets nigga C'mon Shine til I'm blind nigga Dime getter I
in the lake front nigga I'm a ball till I fall Talk shit till I fuck I'ma fly till I die Shake till I break I'ma bake these cakes and drink alizate And
the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car,
man cause im always hungry lil mama what it is tell what it be?do u need a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil
dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin' nice in New York Stick you for your cake
L.A. Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane [Meek Mill] And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay' I'm switching
sexed more, and my career's yet to begun But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks So now the dimes gimme brain, and
Shaq that did it all Everybody gotta go soon as I hit the mall Takin my time when I shop could ya meet Waiting inline every state I escape with a dime
, the girls they love us (Say what) (Look she right there) (Her man he right there) Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick One had to pay a dime,
hater they just mad, they can't shine like me I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on screens And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease Quick
Our DJ's better than all these bands We got all the lines and all the rhymes We don't drop dimes and we don't do crimes We bake a little cake with Duncan
s goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine Why my niggaz ain't get that cake Why is a
jeans don't matter, you gotta fuck in the bathroom with robes Cum all between her ass cheeks With the suits and ties, take a break for ginseng Feed the dime
cat I'm dat kid Dat'll catch a himmy and post bail Get locked for another niggas body Won't tell Get head from a dime bitch And won't nail Bag a dime