[spm] - South park from the heart jump start The game everybody in my hood selling Crack cocane [hook] On my block everything goes (goes) Diamond rings
I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once again it'
Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from tony starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks He's a loan
through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger
I through the Tri-Borough Bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'm a second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death Park side, Queen's niggaz represent Long Isle, how we do? They know our style Represent niggaz in and out
I'm lost and I'm blind, still I'm gon' handle mine Have ya homie leakin cuz he bumpin mo' than camel spines In the hood I vandalize, land of fiends and
screens gon glow These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick Everytime I come round the corner [Paul Wall] I'm from the land of opportunity
I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger
can get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park
, one of the south parts Logic: And I was born in Bazara, southside of Iraq Lowkey: We used to play football outside in the park Logic: We used to
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
keep my shit flavoured. Be an originator, Mr. CrimeRhymeSayer, All you niggaz sound alike, who's the real creator? Cause I see a lot of fakers, lost dream