The Score

Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over for They was countin' us out, but we're on the board We got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over for They were countin' us out, but we're on the board Fist full of horror, strikin' the fear in the hearts With a form of imperial march Material thoughts, gems of experiences cost Are Priceless, serials on We creating these moments in history Eliminate any inkling of ending me MIB neuralyze all their memories All the hate, I Red, Bull, no energy Never sprouted any wings, so they're not as fly Obviously they on the bench, they ain't got the time Coppin ya way into fads, out of style OutKast making movies, when you tryna chat, then I'm Idle, wild Pushing an envelope, you gotta get the message Destined, peep my resume and the reference Blessings, Devour, endulge in greatness Face it, sponsored by Gillette, then your points shaven Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over for They were counting us out, but we're on the board Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over four They were counting us out, but we're on the board For hustlers that push pounds over the phone, dial up We seeing you pinning points to screen to style us Or the homies that grind 9-5, and it's mundane We breaking our daily bread one day Or my dreamers, that slow the dark with speed of light Another Black Hippy saying it's gonna be alright The ops still looking for locks, the keys found us To be a hoss at the bars, roping rounds up To toast for every situation they said we could never get in We stand out to much to fit in We lit wick, dynamite, know we the bomb bih Never had a status, so they adding their comments No worries, our foot in the door, we shoo'in them off Cheffing the drip in the street, while they bruising the sauce Simply flunkies, not even a mini boss Solid tear to the ego, when we be pulling any cards Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over for They was counting us out, but we on the board Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over four They was counting us out, but we on the board Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over for They was counting us out, but we on the board Yeah, we got this on lock, ain't no open doors Fu-gee-la, The way we rock, you know The Score Had us down by a tray, now it's over four They was counting us out, but we on the board