"Downtown (Interlude)" lyrics

Pocket full of money, bottle of [?]
4 5 stay on my waist in case they come for me
Hundred spokes poking on on up, six four
We kicking it at the crib, shooting dice rolling dope
We do this every night, and we do this every day
The dead mans life is the life for me
I got 25 lighters on the dresser, yes sir
Hand on the dope, other hand on the compressor
Step up, it's time to take notes from the professor
But don't step to BONES, you gon end up on a stretcher
Bandana wrapped around my skull, my flow
Has influenced the planet, its the underground ghost
Keep it pushing keep it moving til my lungs collapse
Got a flask full of poison and a pipe to pack
We told your girl come kick it, now she on the way
She saw the house in the hills and think she went the wrong way

[?], for the moment for the life I'm living
Downtown, rolling around rims spinning, spinning
[?], for the moment for the life I'm living
Downtown, rolling around rims spinning, spinning