Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects!
Gucci bandana, (uh-huh!)
And Feds wanna target my combos with their antennas! (FUCK Y'ALL!)
Headshot to the [?], my man got banged up (stop that!)
From a lil' nigga that he smacked up in grade school. (you a pussy nigga!)
On the mall, on the arm without no diamonds
My jeans 800 with the carriage horse on it. (I ain't lyin'!)
I'm in combo with Joey in Bed-Stuy
Twitter that "L-O-L", holla back EastSide! (sh-sh!)
I cook cocaine like Sue-flay an'
I break a brick with my head like a sensei. (HIIYAAAHHH!)
You a half-a-million Moissanites. (ha!)
Put a diamond-tester on that, all you see is red lights. (damn!)
I got it back, bought it back from the BX
My crib bitch from Flatbush, she rep' the [?].
Gang shit gettin' worse on the streets
Niggas cold blooded, shoot-up, you hurts on the streets. (BLAAAAAT!)
Like us!
Yeah!
Niggas bleed just like us...
Niggas bleed just like us,
Picture me bein' scared of a rapper at the same awards as me.
Hahahh!
Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!
"Public Enemies", nigga!
