know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow [Verse 8: Chamillionaire - imitating Bushwick Bill] Your mind playin tricks if it's not me your
sheezy [Lil Wayne] From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw Check the rims on my car Naw,
H-A-W-K If your people locked up, you need to send em money Cause it's never too late, to stop acting funny My car candy red, I'm dripping period blood
Saw cops killed street soldiers in the truce time Nigga my mind confused Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack Got him naked on the roof Lord
when I hit the button, dismiss the roof Damn, we just had a hardtop Now look, this car got a bald spot While your jaw drop, her draws drop Damn, shorty
bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see y'all niggaz tryin to glance at the 'Kiss Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your
the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON
up on a civilian in his car, made him get out Chorus 2x Verse three: High speed chasin, racin through the streets
touchin you Paul bearers'll carry you to the cemetary where your momma gon' bury you Black suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degrees Plus I'm street
knowin' what you wanna do You can fall victim to your depression when nothin' else seem to follow through It hit like cancer thanks to the pull of the street
you were raised in New York by now you know That walking down the street is like going to a car show Diamond in the back,sun roof top Chillin' in the
permanent suntan Walk in your studio session Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your
x2] Block, block, block, block boi Block, b-block, b-block, block, block boi ... Block, block, block, block boi Ride with a thing to put your head on
in the fuck you complain? I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain when you was in the red, without a roof overhead I helped your ass out
a rock And my funeral on my block (The streets they don't play fair) (The mayor, he really don't care) Momma worked 3 jobs Trying to keep a roof on
dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
How you like us now Wreckshop taking over Put it in your face yeah we some real true playas If you feel us your some killas throw your rollies in the