Knicks - Alex Goose Remix lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pippen on the assist
I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks
That was '95, couple of us ain't live till '96
Gangbanging, 'caine slanging had us caught up in a twist
We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me
Fresh up out Tolleston bus, fighting up at Pulaski
Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G
"Well where you get some money for Nikes?" my mama asked me
Uhh, I got it selling nickel bags
Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?
Mad Dog 20/20 kept a n*gga loose
Murder was the case except a n*gga taste the gin and juicе
'Cause then we gon' bе riding on some bullsh*t
Shoot up a n*gga crib, that's some hood sh*t
And I can give a f*ck who in the house sleep
Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, b*tch

[Hook]
Uhh, yeah, I got it selling nickel bags, b*tch
Uhh, yeah, I got it selling nickel bags

[Verse 2]
Uhh, chilling with a b*tch
Watching LeBron put up 56 on the Knicks
In 2005, police killed my n*gga in 2006
Only thing he losing is his pension, ain’t that 'bout a b*tch?
If I see that ho, I got a slug for him
I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him
I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me
This for my n*gga just lurking, working that scale with me
In these last days, on my last page
f*ck a job, I'm whipping this butter 'cause crime pays
In these last days, on my last page
f*ck a job, I'm serving these cluckers 'cause crime pays
I'm a lunatic by nature
Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper
Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bruh
Yeah, I pray to God I ain't stank ya, b*tch
[Hook]
Got it selling nickel bags, b*tch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it selling nickel bags, b*tch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it selling nickel bags, b*tch