Yea! Yea yea I learn from mistakes who's my men and who's not Like gon run but who's not Like who's gonna if you shot? Who gone hold own who's not Who's gone choose
In the of New York you can't trust nobody Niggas run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin' is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a
In the of New York you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage comes free smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you leave here wit a body
When I was 10 years old I a nigga take 3 in the head Probably the same time he used to pee in the bed I awake 'cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt peelin' after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a fuckin' My heart pumpin on blast I just at him slumped in the grass Arms moving shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another to be dug There I stood stiffer than See homie use to buy me
Now he's whose provide his family My ear ringing should have runnin' I never thought I be that sick Damn! I was suppose to see that That's when I it was more than 3 shots He could been aiming for me Maybe he circled around the I turn around to my pops, he like happen? This nigga rolled up and started I can hear 'em laughin'
In the streets of New York you trust nobody will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin' weed is my You wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body
In the streets of New you can't trust nobody Niggas run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a
It was a regular day in Sprink-aklers kids running all of a Heads turnin' did somethin' This nigga I forgot Fuck it, he lived the block Regular money nigga But to clown a lot across the park stuntin' frontin' Diamond in his hear watch on a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind shorty grabbin' her waist She him away, so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected, couldnt except it Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a He didn'tpay her no mind called her bitch about 4 Stayed in the park wit no wit him and no nine in no time older nigga From behind a baseball bat his face all cracked told him take all that Hit him again popped his wit a frown And the clown wit a stain on the ground
In the streets of New York you can't trust Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage Lloyalty comes free weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave wit a body
In the streets of New you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty Lloyalty comes smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body
And all my go by blowin' that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a If we go up stick me Somewhere the location don't matter I'm Southsidin' they hit me I'd be dead if looks can I'm from the ghetto
But I don't know Or bill My heart for the kids That ain't got They gotta and For my I lost Slumpt the steerin' wheel
In the of New York you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin' is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta here wit a body
In the streets of New York you can't nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 shoty Lloyalty comes free weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a