-Neck New Jersey, and they heard me while I cursed the White minority regime, painted an ill scene Brothers and sisters over there dyin' Mandela in a cell in Robbin Island
sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin' Now you know the bottom line of
Earth talk that hard Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth This is for the millionaires Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin' Honeys start
a picture) click click (Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin' [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on
and drugs You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now 'cause of that line
1 is with me You heard Nationwide was ballin', we make 100's and G's Takin' trips to the islands, smilin' under the trees When I step up, all these heffers start
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad And now it's dropping down to thirty below I can't feel my toes but baby
upon my arriving Paramedics yell clear and your flat line silent You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent You think you is, you must be living on Fantasy Island
'cuz o That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin
model nigga, drinking out the bottle with it, on the island with it Money and power with it, watch the little nigga jam on you bitches While I'll be sitting on the island
start wildin start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you get in the car and start it and start drivin over the island and cause a 42 car
I started Playing guitar by the town memorial All my songs were singing editorials And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount I counted my change and
York, the island of crime Where the most violent of minds, walkin' these blocks Stay eying on mine, yo, my brain sparks like sporting a glock I might start
me two fangs Official, now I bite through gristle Gold teeth style in from philly to stanton island While in the meantime, spit mean lines Fuck clean
I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try to troop me to the island And if I start wildin', flippin
my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit I only
the shit is hot On the island under the pans and pots Girls lined up doing body shots, body shots This must be the hottie spot, naughty spot Snow lined
1-2-1, Farmers and 116th The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya