frontin' down there,
they stuntin' down there
They don't want me to send
them trucks around there
Get, get, hunnid niggas to
pop up around there
With the bump around there,
get the dumping down there
Get, tell me why you creeps mad
Is it cause I leap past you so fast?
And I didn't even speak fast
Use a joke and a cheap blast
Stop rapping,
do yourself a favor and eat glass
I play fucking kickball
with you bean bags
I'm at a level so high,
you can't breeze past
I'm ten pounds,
use a seed in a weed bag
C' mon nigga,
where's the weed at?
You don't want my face to
be the face you see
In your dream and the reason
you awake from sleep
Coke, we used to it down here,
we movin' it down here
We sellin' out more than
Patrick
Ewing did down here
Papi, mita, mita,
we speak it fluent down here
We get bricks cause we know
what the fuck we doin' down here
I squeeze clips and gaps at your knees,
hips and back
Watch your knees when collapsed
and proceed flippin' crack
What?
Use a
G -Picture that with a digital camera
and a freeze picture snap
Get hype enough and
the pipes'll bust
You'll see all types of
stuff despite your guts
So lighten up
God, for all you see is lightning,
I'm high
An d a casket made right for your size
Last nigga tried to get me
slack and didn't run
I caught him,
his face plain pity packed with the gun
Down here we take your top off,
we gang bangin'
Niggas not soft, in
California, you can get knocked off
I put a hole in one nigga,
this is knocked off
I kill you, then personally
drop the box off
Throw the silencer on,
knock your moms and pops off
With the same shit, pox off, gang of the
Glock toss
Any evidence,
I just pay the cops off
Niggas in the hood know
every time gang pop off
The whole block get boxed off
What the fuck would I ever stop for?
I let my hollazers burn in your
mouth like hot sauce
I can tell you what the rock costs,
eleven five, that's the best price
They tell you ten and they lyin',
I got them fresh whites
From overseas,
niggas know I got coca leaves
Used to move boats a week,
everywhere I go keep the toast with me
I don't what you rap niggas is supposed to
be I still be in the hood gang -gangin' if
Doc ain't notice me
Now I fuck with
Eminem,
O .B .D. 12
G's in the bus, the rhymes are easy
Who the fuck holdin' me?
I was just waitin' till
Hova leave
With my eyes on the
throne that belong to me
I got it, come and take it,
but you gotta watch your back
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
Ain't no mixtapes slingin',
we too busy gang -bangin'
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
They took
Carmelo's chain at the
All -Star
Game
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
See red and blue bandanas wrapped
around gun handles, yeah
Niggas wanna know the deal up here
All my young niggas growin'
up the deal up here
In
Harlem, all my projects keep
it real up here
Remember
Marlon from the pro jects,
he got killed up here
Eleven grade students,
do you feel what you hear?
I was runnin' round stupid,
packin' steel with no fear
My attitude was, fuck them cops,
bustin' shots, I gotta get it, man
Cut up rocks, set up shop,
and hit the strip again
Fuck affair, fuck our care,
this is the life we lead
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
we livin' twice your speed
Yeah, police chase us up here
We runnin' up the
Broadway, that waiter's up there,
there
And to his hula gang, bang, bang, bang
We shoot him up, bang,
who you gon' bang?
Yeah, we get it poppin' up here
East side to west side,
we lock it up here
Yeah, you get your way from up here
Don't coat the haze,
got that flavor up here
Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
One false move and you get
sprayed up up here
Yeah, round head,
we quick to let shots spill
No snitches,
cause every nigga up on my block real
And round here, yeah,
round here, they call me
Bishop
Cause look, I'm the nigga
that pops still, yeah
Every rock's in my watch
when I drive through
So I keep shots in the ox
when I drive through
Look, I suggest your mom an
d your pops move
Cause me on the block,
the reason they drop the property value, yeah
They came cut,
I came up from the soft white, yeah
They came fuck my change up,
I'm the boss type, yeah
Plus I floss,
I see the diplomats flippin' crack
We like
Air
Force
Ones, how we off -white
Yeah, I got coke,
being stretched in a joint
I got birds, and you heard,
still stressing the point
And you still stressing the point
That I could write a check
with two commas
That come before the decimal point
Yeah, round here,
we could get it bumping in
Round here, yeah,
you could catch me stuntin' in that
V12
Black
Rose
Cause he sell that coke,
that's why I clock bitches like a female track coach
Love yous!
Bye!
