歌词
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo
Who sleeping on
Bleek, wake his ass up
I'm a show em all the money
And the ass
I pass upHow
I'm N.Y. deep
Who snitched to
N.Y.P.(New York Police)
You ******* been dropping
D's(Dimes)
Since 86 striped
LeesDial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing ******
But ain't really done s*it
I'm locoTote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flowBlow the smoke slow
And holler **** hoes
It's cash and money
Nines grab the green **** exactly
One shot lives and
DaiquirisMy gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies
I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
Yo, it's that
Roc-A-Fella, s*it
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a **** who you with
We them ****** coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real ****** that walk around
With guns on their hips
Yo, it's that
Roc-A-Fella, s*it
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a **** who you with
We them ****** coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real ****** that walk around
With guns on their hips
I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on
For the bread, butter and chips
S*it, I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride **** now
Money spend now
I move work through my pen pal
****** hate
Bleek'Cause
I live through this s*it
You ****** keep hating'
Cause I could deal with this s*it
I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
**** just a minimum
I'm a MP emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it
I lick a shot
I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know
I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 ******, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
Yo, it's that
Roc-A-Fella, s*it
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a **** who you with
We them ****** coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real ****** that walk around
With guns on their hips
Yo, it's that
Roc-A-Fella, s*it
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a **** who you with
We them ****** coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real ****** that walk around
With guns on their hips
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