yeh...
new york tri state... down in dc all my niggas brooklyn
(hook)
murda game so tight, paper game so nice
bitches love me without my ice
i dont want ya love, i jus wanna hug
i dont need that stress i jus wanna smoke and fuck
ima playa, but i refuse to play sports and sweat...
id rather chase and get paper take the train out west...
cuz niggas prices so right i cud bank quite quickly..
sellin amphetamines and opium, heroin and icky...
if i get knocked by the feds, thats 10 years..
id get out on bail and my ass wud dissapear..
i got that brown watchu know bout flossin thous..
got that diesel powder niggas call the choclate cow..
all the girls wanna get with me, but act bitchy...
cuz this one on the phone and she sayin she miss me..
i cant put up with the drama, i cant put up with the stress...
i jus wanna stick my dick in between them breasts...
i come from cookin that meth, and squeezin them teks..
if i had you as wifey, itd jus be a mess..
we cud meet at the club and fuck, but then im back to the hood...
posted back up on the block liek a real nigga shud
(hook)
i think its for the best to respect hoes, but i use em...
cuz if i wifed em, id prolly abuse em...
i think of a hoe like a fish, if they get hooked on the rod...
tell em hop off the rod, then throw em back in the pond...
we some boys from the projects with no I.Ds...
in all the clubs, V.I.P no G.E.D...
high scool dropouts, shawty the fuck you want me...
cuz i got money, baby i aint no dummy...
you a fine lookin broad with them short ass shorts...
bust a nut up in ya tits or you cud swallow like a sport...
whoever fuckin thought, id be mackin and stuff...
from the elemntary fights in the back of the bus...
no body lieks a gossip, when the hood is hot...
niggas'll get on ya jock try to buy some rock..
wearin wires you can see liek i aint no you a cop..
and i no you a cop and no i aint got a quap...
i split liek bananas after the shots and the blood is spillen...
cuz im hood liek them metal stairs on the project buildings....
(hook)
im the real talk and my shit is fabolous...
plus im in brooklyn all the time, i gotta move my packs and stuff...
tell me baby, can you really be real with this...
if i got knocked out of state what would you do with my shit...
would you write and hold me down or wud you leave liek a bitch..
wud you just ditch or take care of my kids...
i aint think so thats why i gotta stay on the block..
away from cops, but still stay with the glocks...
baby holla at me if you fine we can roll....
but get ya shoes ready cuz you gun jus go back home... ho
(hhook)
rock to the money sign! yeah nigga
yoshi keep runnin yo mouth ho
nigga ruin you take you out
