Broken Bottles

[Intro: Aasim & Black Rob]
Lotta y'all niggas scared to pity the pool, man
Uh, 2005
The new, New York City, you already know
You already know, Aasim, South Queens
You already know, LV, Sean C
Topline, Kendle The Sav’, Grind Music, nigga
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Aasim]
Hope you're comfy, y'all ain’t gon' see no wins
Roll the dice against me, nigga, cee-lo wins
Aasim, I don't need no Benz, I don't need no friends
Buck fifty niggas bleed on Timbs, uh
The pro'lem is y'all ain't go no honor
I'm a Bad Boy, nigga, I ain’t got no father
Got a bed now dudes think they got with Philly
Now you cheesesteak niggas bring beef with nine millis
Wear your vestses to protect your chestes
You pussy ’clined niggas is soft like big breastes
Aas' essence, king over your peasants
The bad Santa, of course I bring presents
With the stretch of a long holder, the strong soldier
I am gone over the top, Porsche 911
The box of glover lane, my metal and rubber bang
Like stutter shift from the clutch of a Mustang
Like a gang leader, Aasim must bang
Born arrogant like I don’t give a fuck, mane
If you platinum, I'm gold, or just wood
The EOB fam', Grind Music, we just hood
Stay talkin' that, gang-gangsta shit
Leave ’em in the trunk of the Ac' stiff
And I don't mean like ready for a bitch
It's more like you should've been ready to fall vic'
To fitness, man, gotta fit this plan
'Bout to murder everything, leave no witnesses
Niggas packed in a hoop' like some Mexicans
Can't no one save the world yet I bet him can
And I will kill Bill, like my life depended
And be a legend in my prime, like my life just ended
Still alive but when said and done and my life has ended
I did it all you cocksuckers, Aasim represent

[Verse 2: Wize G]
I'm the young man on the come up, I play the block from
Sun down to sun up, sun down, back to sun up
Go 'head, raise a gun up, but if you aim at me, you shoot
Better not let me see you freeze when you run up
That's how dummies get done up, reactin' nervous
I react like I just came back from the service
I'm hot, skippin' and jumpin' on the track on purpose like
This thing's easy, please believe me
It ain't another like me, Wize G is in a
League of his own the coroner's not likely
Go 'head, nigga, light me, go 'head, nigga, bite me, pause
Don't like what I said come nigga, fight me

[Verse 3: Black Rob]
Come through how I do when I walk on air
Hun'ed thou' I'ma wild if it ain't all there
Mouth shut, tryna figure how Black'll do
With couple shots of Henny and a Coke and a stagger, too
Hands up, bitch, nobody move
Trust me, bet on Black, bitch, nobody lose
Is he ever gon' fall? No can do, die now
I'ma tell these bitch niggas what I'ma do right now
I'ma rush the dance floor, get my dance on
Keeps my hands on, it's hard to keep my pants on
I'm tryna tell 'em, bitch, losin' not a option
Get it poppin', I'm the Bad Boy concotion
I came to go to war, man up
I came with Aasim, Harlem and Queens, stand up

[Outro: Black Rob]
Yeah, man
Aasim, man, ah man
This is it, man, let's go
LV, Sean C
Be y'all, man
Harlem representers
Queens
BX, ah man, yeah, let's go
Harlem to Queens
BX, drug money washin'