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