Put It In The Sky - Cam'Ron, Un Kasa

Kill em’s good, nigga

Time is now, man

Was real good, nigga

It’s been a while

Ride around, trunk full that funk, call it that parliament

Shit go for 60 a brick, I got a lot of it

Glock 9, thirty shot clip still filled with hollow tips

Get up in the booth, put the beat on and knock the molly shit

Dope came straight out the jula, like polishin'

Watch them niggas that’s close, know who you ridin' with

Never get caught in between, know who you sidin' with

Watch all the bitches you fuckin', know who you slidin' with

Pussy all slippery, wrist all glittery

One five one is the mob where my niggas be

Rest in peace, Train, we gon' ball in yo memory

Fifty blunts o' sour, a gallon of the Hennessy

Slow medicine, like I got the remedy

Niggas find link, they pay the penity

Niggas get hit with the gun that killed Kennedy

New rafe and side color, cinamon grint — cuss

This shit is tough, mane

This shit it tough, mane

This shit it tough, mane

I put it in the sky (that money)

I put it in the sky (the weed)

I put it in the sky (that money)

I put it in the sky (the skunk)

Shit, if ya down, let’s get it, I ride around wid it

No quarters or halfs, I’m moving by the pound wid it

Then I sit at home, gettin' dome

Bird chirpin' on the dick, that’s a chicken bone

Started touching shiz-shit, I sell this shit alone

Took her from first to third base, so I sent her home

You be happy to be me, much as sassy as Ree-Ree

But every mornin', man,, you happy to see me

I deserve this life, I come from hot things to murder knife

Shoot-out, knife fights, you heard it right

From a hell tale to gosh children, I’m hellbound

ATF, CIA, FBI, DOH, what the hell now?

DT’s, DA, DEA, feel like hell solo, spellbound!

It’s the circus stuff, so I deserve the clown

But I’m a show closer, hell, I’ll blow ya curtains down