Inspectah Deck Lyrics - Handle That lyrics

Handle That lyrics (Lyrics)

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[U-God:]
Shootouts, suicide car chases
Pulling loot out, bulletproof Scarfaces
Sharp fades, black Clark Gabe
Welcome to dark ages, hanging in dark places
With dark faces, escaped on bail
My souls in the street, police on the coat tails
Oh well, got a bitch named Gail
She look so good, her tail is for sale
Before Ls fell, she scrambled the reefer
My foot so far in her ass, she can taste my sneaker
I pop champagne, like every day was Easter
Better, check that bitch, before I beast her
Tally the dough, slice the pizza
Despite the features, I hold a players crown
I step in your town, snake skin down
Let off a round, check it how it sounds

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck (all)]
Statepens aint part of the plan
Need weed, guns & grams? (I can handle that, fam)
The pops life, but its only for fam
A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man)
Its real life, I got blood on my hands
And make the product expand (I can h andle that, fam)
Yo, fuck scrams, trynna front on my Clan
Itll only take a grand (just to handle that, man)

[Inspectah Deck:]
Yo, bottles pop, llamas and glocks, kamikaze cops
Pop shots off of dollars and blocks, its the
Regular regular, honor my spot
Whether flips, rubber gribs, top shotter stay hot
Swallowin shots of Henn rock, got the shit locked
Whether, gators and crocs, widebodiesll drop
Model bitch got vicked, never promised the rock
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Im a live one, thats why honey holla for pop
Hustle man, I aint trynna make a collar for cops
Like the, sun in your eye, with the knowledge I drop
Or like the, gun on your side, when the drama get hot
Chameleon through the streets, cuz they watchin my ops
Full sign with the grind, get it started off top
Well known, still home, and your out of the box
Record day, with the thirty eight, dodgin the NARCs
Hood to hood with the gangstas, Im watchi n the plots

[Chorus]

[Hugh Hef:]
You aint never been a hustler, why you trynna act like one now
You front clown, you can get twisted like uptowns
Heard about your record, youre butt, clown
On the Island, deaded on your bogey, how you cant get a bus down?
Never heard of you, like a pump pound
Call me Buckshot, believe me, everybody gon Duck Down
Catch you while you postin your pedestool, family so broke
When I clap, your mom cant even bet with you
Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight
And you running with knicks like Marbury do
I aint trynna cop the Chevy, shit, Id rather
Leave this pussy nigga bleeding like I popped his cherry
When I come through the block, they leary
Shit, I got this nigga standing with dogs like the cops at the Ferry
Pray to God that my hammer dont jam, Wu-Tang be the Clan
Understand, I can handle it man, yeah

[Chorus]