Why you wanna test? Where you get your grams?
You know I stack paper like the zig zag man
Deliveries down the street hand to hand in a van
Come short with my cash, hand to gun it dont jam
Represent Lowertown in the heart of downtown
We the east side, not westside we never bow down
Im smoking on spliffs, while you smoke on DuMaurier tips, cigarette shit down to the brown
Fiends circle my block like a mary-go-round
Ottawa not the states its an Ontario town
Im the new king so you better forefit your crown
And you know I aint talking bout royal
I push off all my pounds in ziplocks you push grams in foil I break em off proper you know my fiends are spoiled
Cause in LT, you know we sell the yay to soldiers
Im a goodfella, you can call me Jay Liota
Give you wake up pieces like cafe in folgers
Push packs on the streets do what Jay done told ya, Cause I be contollin the blocks
Fiends hit the crack smell like bullets bunnin plastic from glocks,
packs be stashed in the socks
while others yam jacks while constantly on the street being harassed by the cops
White tan or grey is the colour of rocks
White and blue means the colour of cops
Green, the color of crops
Thats why I aint gon stop
Till I have to push packs on the street and my cash start to flop
