[Hook 1] Down... The paint is peelin' Now... When the chips are down Down... You gotta lose all feelin Now... When the chips are down
[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Yea .. I gets it poppin everybody know what remy bout(bout) Got niggaz shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out(out) Yea I spit it out(out) quick to put a nigga out(out) The bullets larged in doctors can't get 'em out(out) You gets no love to me y'all dead bugs My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs From o's to whole p's Grams to whole keys No joke I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed Dope so potant and my fiends done od'd For Three-Fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed You really don't know me and thats the fun part See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart And you iliterate you can't even read the tele-prompter I got niggaz flying me weed in by helicopter You look sad when I pass in this toy benz You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend
[Hook 2] Down... The paint is peelin' Now... When the chips are down Down... You gotta lose all feelin' Now... When the chips are down Down... The paint is peelin' Now... When the chips are down Down... You gotta lose all feelin' Now... Your head goes round n round'
[Verse 2: Armageddon] You can feel my pain like a drug You can light it with fire And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired Going to court got a luminati judgin' me biased Shit I talk ain't for everybody Walkin united The way I walk its a challenge just to balance on wires My old connect put me on Said he robbed the supplier So I pieced him out with pity cause his ass was on fire What goes around comes around holmes I ain't lyin' Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars Some nights I meditate hopin' Bring me closer to god Tryna' regulate my time between the earth and the stars Get my health back to determine whenI'mi curlin' them bars
[Verse 3: Prospect] Yo this the upcoming success Definition of prospect Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits On any condition I drops it On a mission no listen to gossip Whether splittin imposters Sorta like a mobsters and my niggaz I got ya We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the rastas After that go to city Island and get the lobsters Now can I get a witness lemme show y'all my visions Never had a job but still take care all my business No ged only diploma was my lyrics I rhyme heavenly and let souls just off the appearance And rap so I keep my dough stacks Dont me go back and clap clap At yo do' matt like nigga hold that Theres no feelings I'm feelin' cause when I'm feelin I'm killin' the motherfucker right on his trip Then killin' the villan what