noone can smile Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga Was shoot shit
in not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others
live in not a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others
Rico had anotha kid Income tax checks you claiming other people's kids more hard gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks you serving out tha room window oh now you call it bedrock lace
get it on with anyone, I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen, bring 'em back to the streets Like a brick
the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through So let's see, if we flip this other key
in da back Wit enough bodies on it to give a nigga 5 times 5 Other niggas snitch on him Like if he got da Rover parked crooked in da front he might have bricks
live in Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others
to the streets (it's alright!) You's confused for a minute but here we are My nigga Cad in this motherfucker I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish
profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then
some chain shit Tied them up, red dot 'em up, fuck the ransom shit Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath
with two chinks sportin' links and new minks Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks Named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc' Other
types of priceless things Just in case you don't make it to the safe Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced Got a bomb bout ready to blow up
on That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a Dutch Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you To stay in your place, so you don't get laced And them pretty
a hundred yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin? No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin' But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers You stick around
the cocaine over customs Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace
niggas peep your home out And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more With bricks