this record because the whole BDP crew know who down and who ain't down, so if you not down, throw your hands in the air if you ain't down. Ha ha, suckers
I grew up in the city where everything is rough Where everywhere I turn, I seen somebody gettin bust Plus everywhere I look All I could see is a crackhead
by the mass, I'm trainin by the class And last, I'm here to cold tear you up Now you know what I'm sayin, so just SHUT THE HELL UP Cause if not, you better
shaved her down, so the story goes Put her to work as one of my hoes (one of my hoes) The moral of the story is girls beware Cause lurkin in your neighborhood (is who?) is
corner and sell you like a prostitute Like a street whore, make you want more and more Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw Pulling out a gun is
cause I'm the great (say what?) Here's your fate, put your weight down on it And if you try to step to me, I make you pay down pon it (bo!) Cause I'm
a ice cold bottle would just quench my thirst Or get some boom from the dread, which ever one comes first Now is it brew? (yeah) or is it boom? (yeah) So I lit up
flip, you might just catch a Mac-10 clip Cause I've had it up to here with the nonsense Swingin with this you get dissed Cause yo, my mouth is like a
night is calling? Silence! I am here to hear you. Silence! I am near to fear you. Shut up! I can still hear you. Shut up! I can still fear you. Shut up
Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home Give up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phone We get to crib this is on the
slippin', drinkin' all that fancy liquor Alazay and Crystal, sip it up, think that niggas' drunk now Stick 'em up and give it up, I'm jackin' all niggas
witta beamer is the worst place To be caught with the strap A ten thousand bail and an infrared Glock I'll never get back Can't fight the shit so I'm down
What up New York? Ugh, E-A-Ski, uha This is for my real niggaz in New York city, nigga What's up Kay Slay? You know, I'll get down Westcoast, this is
myself my nigga this nigga on his way And ain't nobody goin put my hustle to a holt I'm try'na climb up the rope and were going way up to the top I got
the tape I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for
could theya try Like last night at the club, God is my witness I was sitting at the table, minding my own business Living it up to the highest, like everyday is
[feat. B-Legit & Stressmatic] [Chorus: x2] My rear view mirror is vibrating ([echo:] vibrating [x2]) The beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror [
buy the cassettes LPs, 4-tracks, wires and [?] And we was down for hours, we was known around town Come through with the crew and break the cardboard down