, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I L L Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh This for my niggas on the East Coast rollin
dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh [HOOK] [Verse 2] I'm on the block til
Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back Breathe rap been a been known to make the b-clip Need cash
hold they ground, Rich laid it down, while he spark that pound, I takes a toke hold, then of the smoke, then I blows it out, into the B-A-Y, my niggaz
Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B
put your hands up We sipping Jimmy Neutron, player, and I can barely stand up R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks
blunt The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk My niggas run the V.I.P., B.Y.T Slip pass security
on my hoes' feet - when they walk, they spark Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth - when I talk, I spark Don't fuck around with beef - when it start, I spark
so It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (x4, alternating bigg jus, el-p) [el-p
off with a vehicle for the pillow all outside the borough dun wat happened to queens like sumthin in 1 2 1 farmers in 1 sixteenth they got us on the B
[B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this
you compare To these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode Or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how
living Savior now Let me take you back to the old school And tell you about the fresh prince of peace now who just cold rules We keep it nice and smooth Rakim like Eric B
(T-Dre) I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay aint no place that i'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3
's La the Darkman right here Word up, marvelous, I keep it spicy, kid Know what I'm saying? For my mad A V cats You know? B D F B , you know? Word up,
[Prodigy and Cormega] For my G-pack niggas Right, right Shooting at cops nigga what For my G-pack niggas Fuck the police N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and