Malt Liquor (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse:]
Don’t try to run up like one time
Amateur night with all them punchlines
On the scale, your sh*t is a dime
Or that D.C. brown, Woods be toastin' the town
Holding most of the pound, light up the city
Pass it around, don’t quote me n*gga
I ain’t said sh*t, easy does it, money better have my b*tch
Bill flow too nice, somebody gon’ snitch
Pocket Glen Gary leaves, just ask Murray and Mitch
Cold facts when I pitch, all black like his Sigs
We don’t mix unless you talking about cigars
And Manischewitz, some metaphors and spinach
Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish