Fast Cars Lyrics - Birth Of A Prince - Rza

True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack 

Bob Digi back for a snack 

Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack 

Raekwon got the triz-nap 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box 

Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off 

Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off 

Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off 

Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise 

SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P 

On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate 

No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate 

Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy 

Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi 

Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot 

I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks 

bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi 

Used to break days smokin' coke and digi 

'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby 

Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine 

Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting? 

Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me 

Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing 

Sick silky six syllable stanza 

Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha 

She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer 

Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box 

Yo 

Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle 

I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced 

You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me 

'cause if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you 

Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good 

The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh) 

Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine 

why'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin 

Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right 

Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right 

Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right 

He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light" 

The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint 

Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist 

I ain't know what to do so I told the boys 

I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made noise 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box 

We be ridin' fast cars 

Weed all in the glass jar 

Chrome all on my crash bar 

Glocks all in my stash box