In the summer clouds I see your face Everywhere I go you follow me home And when I want to sleep I just can't do it Everywhere I go you follow me
a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals
your roof top for when the copters pass Gang bangers don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week
. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an
Go psycho breakin backs like bolo Give me the mic, a metamorphis ignite I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman And come out kickin with the ( ? ) Rockin
, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock
shit Now who you rocking with them or us Deep love or cheap lust QB or bust Infamous til we pass on You're laughing at the wrong kid I take action The
think my story's amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock
atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking
Shady, old mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my
old niece No one, no one's iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the
hustler Pimp slash poet slash slash hustler Slash playa hater killer, don't fuck wit busters [Yo Gotti] I got work slash yirk slash slash green Slash hot heaters and them other
, say what I rock for the purists and I rock for the players I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come on I rock for the elders and I rock
through airports Riding on niggaz like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende? Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty That last joint that hit you, kid
pretty mama, do you fit the bill? Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? Would you bust that steel if niggas came to kill me Protect that
on the grip Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due No, your feet's not big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas They
down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse Yeahhh, here to rock all of you rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind
