Wreck Boulevard

[Intro: Jay NiCE]
Yo, play that pack from France real quick
AAAAAAAAOOH
This shit is crazy
I said the other one was crazy but this shit is crazy

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
Uh
I'm a bad motherfucka, I'm the man; that's my word
DUKE FLYTALKER's next and my plan is to serve
How I pull up on your land and SKRRRT
Hopped out and put hands on you herbs (Come on, man)

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
I'm SUPREME NiCE, it's mean, I was born with seven senses
Getting skrilla by the second, I'm recording every minute
With some verified hoes, not your ordinary bitches
Young FLAiR secure the chicken, it was born to bet against us
We a tidal wave, niggas ride the waves that we come up
Or bae be like a Pharaoh, simon says "Shut the fuck up!"
My final plays as your final days getting brung up
They play til the sun tucked, your grave getting dug up
A full fledged fighter on the mic and niggas scared to scrap
You dare to jab? here's a smack, swift as a bear attack
Very fast, terror on the track, see it clear as glass
I float through your living room, whisper make the mirrors crack
Speaking of crack, my flow that and it sold packs
Briz had the raw for Delaware prices, no taxes
I got it for the low jack, the coke had them UND white niggas so glad

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
I'm tryna let you know that I'm a bad motherfucka, I'm the man; that's my word
DUKE FLYTALKER's next and my plan is to serve
I'll pull up on your land and SKRRRT
Hopped out and put hands on you herbs
Come on man, I'm a bad motherfucka, I'm the man; that's my word
East side is the hood I used jam on the curb
I'll pull up on your clan and SKRRRT
Hopped out and put hands on you herbs

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
Ayo
Motherfuck Simon [?] guns out
Niggas want smoke? we got enough to fill your lungs up
IT's robbing season, niggas looking for a come-up
The mini shotty blast anybody tryna come up (Boom)
I'm one up, cold beefing my mans, whore
Ran up on this nigga, wanna prove his manhood
He wanna shoot it out cause he know my hands good
Shit, I got bullets the size of [?]
I wish your man would take those chances
I'll leave him spinning on his back like breaddancers
Word to big DS, I hate Kansas
Cops come around, never give straight answers
We had to boulevard more than live
Niggas hustle on the block all night til the morning rise
My nigga doing 4-5
We had the fiends camping out like we about to drop Jordan 5s

[Chorus: Jay NiCE]
Uh
I'm a bad motherfucka, I'm the man; that's my word
DUKE FLYTALKER's next and my plan is to serve
How I pull up on your land and SKRRRT
Hopped out and put hands on you herbs
Come on man, I'm a bad motherfucka, I'm the man; that's my word
East side is the hood I used jam on the curb
I'll pull up on your clan and SKRRRT
Hopped out and put hands on you herbs