Artist: Hawk & Kryme Album: Exit 13 Song: F.Y.I Typed by: Cno Evil [Tommy Whispers] I slang pies like a pizzeria, straight delivery Fresh player cheese is on, stepping through the industry Garlic knots in my pockets, with the accesories So I can flip a pair of white powder, just like zeppolis I give you the finish of product, but not the recipe Any topping you want, I got extra cheese I got hitmen, upcoming shooters, who's next to squeeze Feel the breeze, when them bullets come vest ya sleeve Air's getting real thin, you can barely breath I got fans that'll buy my shit to hear me sneeze Believe it or not, I'm here for some centuries I just bought a Cadillac, with some heavy D's I go two goons that'll kill, you fuck wit petty thieves Sever ya pile of them boys, boy, you better leave Once they make that u-turn, I'm gone in the B's Peace, peace, peace, peace [Chorus 2X: Tommy Whispers] For your information, Tommy ain't playin, it's not a fucking joke I'm tired of waking up hurting, damn, my pockets broke You better hear me, or hear these bullets go in ya throat It's for my Staten Isle niggas who ride the Ferryboat [Tommy Whispers] In New York City we got, panhandlers Con artists, fast talkers and scramblers Skyscrapers, the projects are infested with cameras Riker's Island, bidders marking days on the calendar The police versus the streets, they can't handle us They out to cancel us, they building more slammers up Cats is all playing the corner and come can us up I did the magaloo, to up north, shaggle us Spend in the yard, getting high, like I'm home back of a bus Stuck in a cell, til I get home, playing that phone all day Like I had a love jones, dialing, 1-800, when I touch down The nigga that snitched on Bean, gon' get bucked down, that's word to Buck My team don't fuck wit clowns, don't give a fuck I seent alotta come, yup, I seent alotta go, go For your information, Tommy Whispers is a pro [Chorus 2X] [Tommy Whispers] BOOM! I make the whole world shake Scrape up two plates, make a big earthquake Like Flex dropping bombs, on my new mixtape Slid through ya base and, made it home safe When Hawk see food, it's like, Hawk never ate I'm so fucking hungry, I tear 'em up like steaks Well done, you see the smoke coming from his face Burnt up, sizzling, from the chrome trey-eight Ain't no escape, trapped in the jungle wit the apes Snap, crack, break, niggas getting stomped like ribs Hey, if you don't want the biz, then get out the kid way I pull it out, and let it spray, like every damn day It's routine, now, and I got alotta nerve Like a plain root canal, when I squeeze, shoot the pound Get low to ya knees, matter fact, hit the ground I'm letting off rounds, the next one's on the house I show you how to do this, son, but I gotta bounce Gotta go.. [Chorus 2X]