Simple and Plain - Rick Ross

Yeah, I’m really a nice guy, I say that to say this

I’ve seen a few dirt bags i head I need to be knocked off

I can’t get to you right now, I’m under surveillance

So basically, the government giving you a lifeline

But me and my nigga finna keep it simple and plain baby

You know, I’ma come see you tho'

It’s not important how the dough made

Or if revolvers spin like waves, in my low fade

I’ll recall coppin' work with tips my hole saved

I’mma smack Al B. if I get no played

No hard feelings, I gotta ball my heart

Time to scar the city, who ridin' with me?

Next in line, the ballman right hand of the Don

Your life lie right here on my palm

And when you fuck up that, right there in my ball

Thug issues handled with scud missiles, fuck pistols

Come and get me gangster, I left the doors unlocked

And when terf’s not around, I’m the one that call the shots

Ball the blocks,?

the Glocks, keep all the blocks

And bitches?

the tops?

stop

We all on top?

we call the tops

Speak for the block, speak French for the cops

Sweet links full of rocks hit brinks for the narcs

Pig meat to the socks, Beijing bitch in the drop

Wink to the cops, we could make a bitch stop speak to the cop

Simple and plain, we comin' to it triple the game

Sniffing the caine, dipping the rain sick in the brain

Simple and plain, we comin' to it triple the game

Cripple your fame, dip in the range, we sick in the brain

Who would ever think it would come down to us?

When so much jealousy surrounded us

Back to back when weaponry surrounded us

Survive the hit, we coming with the loudest shit

In the path I supply the bricks, I handle dimes and nicks

Clothes, shop around five or six

Shop for clothes, spread around five or six

Apply the rules, Arm & Hammer when we fry the fools

Silent gooks, violent moods, Carol city it’s fine as cool

Hide the tools, in a violent?

play?

rules

You ride with who?

Allies join hands, lets unite the states

I don’t like to wait, I like to waste, celebrate, light the cake

Make a wish and keep it to yourself

The way I spit, I can’t keep it to myself

Took a leap into the wealth, keep you bleedin' in yourself

I came from semen on the shelf

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you know treadin' I walk on water

Sign autographs, have you chalk for a porter

Any further information please contact my lawyer

Under surveillance, by agents across the border

Squeeze fund from slums, to south Florida

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and guns, throughout my quarters

Your negative vibe, tellin' me you’re beggin to die

The weapon will fry your left side, from your head and you die

AK back seat and at a '75 ready to fire

Touch me for my rollie you better be lyin'

Let it be flyin' I’m at the head of the line

Rapper body with a head of a lion