up on the S-Class Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked
to do it while I'm constantly growin I've been learnin a lot, and still earnin a lot of money crazy Doin my thing and securin a win for all my babies [
, from the hood to the projects to the mansion, So you got no excuse Stop blaming the recession, Go harder for Haiti Send a text on your phone, Y E L E
-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother think he needs, yo You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's road map And
blocka-blocka -- OH The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother thing he needs -- YO You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Geah, whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect, e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B, here's mine Geah
team, that I ain't seen in a month or two, fucked up a blunt or two But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was
Queens the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a
back in Queens, the realness is foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation Gettin' closer to God in a
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project" Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project State senators, life twirls, most sell out - like a dread with a
breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a paintin' or a lakehead
I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch
seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin' more than a fling
s a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
, hey! Andele andele mami, E I E I Uh-oh! What's poppin' tonite? Andele andele mami, E I E I Uh-oh! If the head right, Nelly there every night Andele andele mami, E I E
a lang Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range It's not a game, it's a beautiful thing Imagine blocks