, pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block
let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight To reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight That blocks my light Label my generation
' that pops and transcends DPs baby it's slim but not thin In amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks Soakin' in the ghetto for kids that have not Slappin' on
of the kids I might as well split your wig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like
on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on It ain't nothin' like Come on, come on, come on, come on,
drop The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on
all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New
the underground, found new life on the South Streets We ? off the jams that will uplift the people's souls Cause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids
way the balance of yin and yang related As the block is divine, niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz like I'm high on latari Some let the block block
to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on
move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn Get your grind on Now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation Rahzel, on
[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude
other week tricked 30 grand Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie My peeps already in the crowd lookin' for groupies to screw me Exit the club, about to cruise up the block
shop Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks Why not, so our grand kids could feed they grand kids And they grand kids, can feed they damn kids
' each other on a East Coast block Killin' each other on a West Coast block White police, don't give a care about dat Dem want us killin' each other
drivin by Prostituters found dead on every block with maggot eye On top of that, the death toll in Whokajava on the rise, on the... News at 6 o'clock