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 pump around there,
get the dumpin' 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 rappin',
do yourself a favor and eat glass
I play fuckin' kickball with
you bean bags
I'm at a level so high,
you can't breeze past
I'm 10 pounds, use a seed in a weed bag
Come on, 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, meet our meat,
I always speak it fluent down here
We get rich, cause we know what
the fuck we doin' down here
I squeeze clips and gaps
in 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
You're hype enough and
the pipes a bust
You'll see all types of stuff
despite your guts
So lighten up, God,
for all you see is lightning
I'm high, and a casket
made right for your size
Last nigga tried to give me slack
and didn't run
I caught him,
his face played pity pack with the gun
Down here we take your top off,
we gang bangin' niggas knots off
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 on,
dang it, 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?
All them hollas is burnin' your
mouth like hot sauce
I can tell you what the rock cost
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 it close to me,
I'm what you rap niggas is supposed to be
I still be in the hood gang -bangin'
if Doc ain't notice me
Now I fuck with Eminem,
OBD, 12, GK, Busta Rhymes, and E
Who the fuck holdin' me?
Always just waitin' till Hover 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 mixtape slingin',
we too busy gang -bangin'
They took Carmelo's chain
at the All -Star game
Round head, yeah, round head, yeah
See red and blue bandanas
wrapped around gun handle, yeah
Niggas wanna know the deal up here
All my young niggas
growin' up the deal up here
In Harlem, all my pro jects
keep the grill up here
Remember Marlon from the pro jects,
he got gills up here
Eleven grade students,
do you feel what you hear?
I was runnin' round stupid,
black and steel, with no fear
My attitude was, fuck them cops,
bust the shots,
I gotta get it, man
Cut up rocks, set up shop,
and hit the strip again
Fuck affair, fuck I care,
this is the life we live
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
I'm livin' twice your speed
We slayer, police chase us up here
We runnin' up the broadway,
that weight is up there, yeah
And to this hula gang, bang, bang, bang
We shoot him up, bang,
who you gon' bring?
Yeah, we did it poppin' up here
East side to west side, we lock it up here
Yeah, you get your way from up here
Don't cope,
the Haze got that flavor up here
Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
Run false moves
and you get sprayed up up here
Yeah, round head,
we put that like shots filled
Them snitches kiss every nigga
up on my block real
Round here, yeah, round here,
they call me Bishop
This lil' cumbin' 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
When I suggest your mom
and your pops move
It's 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 ice and diplomats
flippin' crap
We like Air Force Ones, how we all white
Yeah, I got coat pins stretched in a joint
I got birds and you heard
still stressin' a point
You still stressin' a point
That I can write a check
with two commas
That come before the decimal point
Yeah, brown hair
We can get it bumpin' in
Brown hair, yeah
You can catch me stuntin' in
that B -12 Black Rose
Cause he sell that coke
That's why I clock bitches
like a female track coach
