Artist: U-God f/ Raekwon, Slaine, Y-Not Da Beast Album: Dopium Song: Coke Typed by: Cno Evil [Raekwon] Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at? You know we cool and we Darth Vaders Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan How many of us it take paper and start a war It's like starting up a store that sell aces All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers Introduce these leaders, wanna take money These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus [Chorus: Y-Not Da Beast] Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man They lift the weight up in snow plains You sniff an eighth up in your brain The coke, the coka, the cocaine The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man The prices rise like some propane The nicest guys become so fame [U-God] Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk Grew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams off Watch for the hand off, I'mma get my plans off Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings Everytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns [Chorus] [Slaine] Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juice In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13 I got my mind in focus, where you never been at How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka [Chorus] [Outro: U-God] FREEZE! ROCK! FREEZE! ROCK! FREEZE! ROCK! FREEZE! ROCK!