Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry boys

But all the money in the world can't bring me back again

Lay down, lay down

Gonna stretch my mic out in

Ponce funeral home on

MarcyAll those new niggaz stop there

But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought

The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last

Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, improved

Jay-ZI quit,

I'm retirin'

Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around

Sorry big,

I tried honest

Can't go with me on this ride though

I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closin'

Where we goin' to for breakfast?

Roc a Fella y'all

Okay, I'm reloaded

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the game

MarcyHad a couple of dollar signs to my name

Roc a Fella y'all

One of the best

Waitin' for my day to come

Just give me the word

Nah, this ain't

Jigga, it's your lil' nigga

BleekReportin' to these motherfuckers live from the street

Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced

At nine I used to geese hoes for

Easter clothes

Peep the steez,

I represent for all those with twenty eight grams

On a come up, tryin' to creep the keys

Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys

Find a hoodrat and creep to

Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know

I do pull it

Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't?

Screw Gooden,

I pitch in the

PJ'sLit off the

EJ, I split

Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her

Last seen with

Bing, he got dropped between us

Shit is constant, that's why

I pack the

Johnson and

JohnsonFor the nonsense who wants it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a

Porsche on my wall

Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all

Get one up on y'all, that's why

I hustle in these streets

From sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"

One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set

Went to Tom

D's, niggaz mad, veins out

Copped the

Jordans, two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly little nigga

Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"

Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe

That's my answer, life's like cancer and

I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to come

Just give me the word