Artist: Timbo King Album: Gangsta Chronicles Song: 4 Da Record Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Timbo King] Yeah, yeah, it's Brooklyn, nigga Fort Knox, nigga Last night the DJ saved yo' life... Yeah, yeah, last night the DJ saved yo' life... Nigga... [Timbo King] Aiyo, face it, this rap shit ain't meant for you You will never get to Tony Touch or be with Clue I heard enough of that shit, Enuff don't play yo' shit Kap clapped you for that mix you did, it's no spins Only cats that's copping yo' shit is yo' friends And that don't count, kid, you need more sales Now how you s'pose to sell without Coco Chanel? Even the Whoo Kid be like "Who this kid?" Stop pressing, you got S&S second guessing Whether or not yo' shit is hot or lame Red Alert said "Baby boy, potty train on 1200s" On a slow day I count 1200 I know a lot of niggaz, more than 1200 I know a lot of bitches, more than 1200 You wanna send wax to Stretch Armstrong? We the ones popping cuz we strong arm Off the Remy red, Cypher not with yo' Sounds Rachet's out, pop you now, stop you now Them cassettes and CD's, you could see D's I'm rolling up that, it's Hoffa if you see these There's no burn when it comes to Flex Just no bombs when it comes to Flex Don't get gassed, Kayslay been told me ya shit was trash Mr. Cee on Gates Ave, he at the lab (haha) Ask Envy, some cats envy You wanna play the thug up in Club Envy Par quit it, kid, you can't Rock with Pete Now for the record, off the record... Yeah, yeah, yeah, and y'all Kids pushing Capri's You look like dollar cabs, why try this? You making DJ Khaled mad, now add that to the bill Now I'ma take it back like Flash on the wheels of steel So check it, mic check, testing, one, two And Ron G wanna son you, plus he bust guns too You know Scoop is like "It's not Colorado, man" Awkward joints, Joyce can't scratch, man No zigga digga, Frank, Jigga, my nigga Now for the record, bring it back Platinum hands, gold fingers... Yeah, last night the DJ saved yo' life... Last night...