The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up
don't you fear Baby, we're gonna weather the storm I'll stand by you (stand by you) We'll see it through You'll be safe and warm Don't be afraid (don't
the car, man Nigga don't give a fuck by moon and sun in the war, man Ain't no everybody, it's for self in New Orleans If you paying draft you don't deserve
dick and you fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch up out I ain't a model, and I don't play the fucking role Don't be shit when you're old, nigga
D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch, I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have
on the shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block 'Till I cut a kitten's head off And stuck it in this kid's mailbox (Hey! mom! mom!) I used to give
don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around
that gave the guy a half a P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only knew Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit
and I'm best at that But I don't hear my name, no name brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that But when they say one
don't like me Said some shit in Vibe to spite me Then went and dyed his hair just like me A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around
me I'm awkward I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan My momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought
bud Niggaz, let's get high in the sky, hit the blunts And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggaz don't stop Fools get sprung when they get there smoked up
us a whip So we can take long trips, just me and the kids I'm up again, I never let you down Nothings ever gonna stop me now I'm up from the gwop, don't
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on
this story He was out chasin' cream and the American dream Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh It's
on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on It ain't nothin' like Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Chef?) What up, my nigga? (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word,
on [Chorus: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks