the cut Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille So when you rub against it feel on (?) Now I'm with some
, niggaz run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" I could do what I want,
fuck it Meet Shottie Waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin' Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin' Where the blow at, I
live is shitty where's the love for our own? I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth See
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
t nothing worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac
rich kids love it, so fuck them poor kids now! [Chorus] - 2X I remember when the mainstream hated rap music When James Brown samples was the new shit I
is loose, we piss in your hand Yo, where's the block at? Uh They say 106th and Park is on the mad, fuck it is on I haven't heard a hard record in years
I Can't Feel My Face I really don't think they ready for this Verse 2 I'm from block one, five-one, where my young Niggaz on the rise to get a name,
none of us gon' leave here We die young, go to jail for murder 1 On a come-up, nigga and that's where I'm from I done learned from that Puff and that
on the block creepin' Killin' the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin' Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler 'Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six Then I
on d's Do or die is the motto that we strive to live Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids From every hood to block to park to street You cross
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies
airforce, shit I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long
I understood that the hood's in my blood So I hollered lettin' 'em know where I come from Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club And if it go
not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, From here to New Orleans, I'll improve 'em, bout it bout it, When a days I do a Michael, To the
I will or I won't do This ain't business, this is personal bitch You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed I had a very fucked up
hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick Boy/girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love