your damn hair Broad day even with Jake there Serious, last time you saw me I was rocking the same stair Do or die, you or I, cousin I pray for you Forgive
my lips and lick you where u ticklish picture this, Lamborghini's, Mansions, and yaht's trips to Tahiti, instead of standing on the block baby i can be your geenie and grant u them rocks
hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain
know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does
the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live
me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
and get your burns, spit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at
make the mayhem Start blastin' on you, bitch I come relentless where your killas at? Posted up both of my henchmen Remember then, Twista when you
scence like po-po's In the four door chevrolet, we gas With hats broke off to the left To show you exactly where you at I want the scratch that you done
at you, freezin' motherfuckers like a statue I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked
the kid is out where the loot's at Got a big trey pound, picture just to swoop back Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle Scope is on the top so you
shows Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at
rich, bitch, see the shit that this cash get Well you need to Go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x4) If I told you where to get it, you n-ggas
't judge you for knocking Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you
fine I know I come from Woking And you say I'm a fraud But my heart's in the city Where it belongs Words from the voices Rock and roll rejoices It's
't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots Get a little smart, want to change yo tops Rearrange yo rocks, you got a gang of friends, money You
could be another rhyme for you You a parasite you never had a life So you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night Its clever when you write it
care where you live at (no!) Just turn around, boy, let me hit that Don't be a little bitch with your chit-chat Just show me where your dick's at Mu-