Yeah, Oh, come on, fuck with boy Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you this, Killa, Jones, Freakay man, I'm back at it, come on
Today's a new day, got the up in the suitcase So go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' November I need a birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her up, please Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up, I see a town I'm likin' See niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the and light it Like it's my block now, all right He understood me quite clear Then that thing out and ranged out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my Back to the kitchen, that pyrex
Pop, I let that stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the and pitchin', what? Yeah I'm sorry but is how I'm livin' And is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it, hey
I stood alone watching the wall, in the Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta I at home hand on a chrome, with a zone the channels, watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking
Now I see death around the corner, stay high Will I survive in the where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny ride, yeah Four five semi on the side, yeah, when they drive, yeah
a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne inside, yeah Two more for Cam for over the Roc Yeah, yeah, my year so
Okay, okay, Y'all can't fuck with me, no way, what? Jose or Hector Tech blows and watch yo' chest and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before, I y'all before
I stood alone watching the wall, in the on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone the channels, watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking
I'm on the West side of Chicago, lookin' for a bust And make me put my two up, touchdown! You stay in touch now but when I down I'm like Buckshot shorty, duck
Yeah I clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what Birds flip a dozen, is dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing then that, they go home and kiss they husband That shit is Keep the chickens clucking, keep the buggin'
This on my is nothing To me it's just hearts and pink diamonds I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' You with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
I stood alone watching the wall, in the Hand on my handles, to gangsta music I at home hand on a chrome, with a zone the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone the wall, in the zone on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking