Uh! 21 jump street
The hard whales of cause
Max street, opa-locka goon
Hahaha, Yeah!
I'm the leader of the city, shall I sing in vain?
The bodies and the kin's, my allies and my enemies
I put a Bible in my whip, I don't need the negative energy
And all the things that I have did, I asked the Lord to forgive me
I swear to God, me swear to God
Made a half of milli, in during a yard
As you can smell that clean down to bush Paul
And you can get your ass flip, if you just try them all
21 jump street, the back block
The strappa, bone legs won't hoss
The 22nd half apartments
They call the system Bris, retarded
Lil ass knee in knee, the garden
The front blues and the browns, we stopping
Opa-locka, where we clap in
This the headquarters, 21 jump street
It's a game of 21, where the cars lay down
The wind of your mother, where them crackers come around
When I see 21, touching this 4 pack
These niggas sure ain't stopping, getting down lay down
(21 jump street) In your hood the max, it's the same size
(21 jump street) With your durags, never do ruff
Still I gotta get it, ain't sneeze half snow
That ain't a real nigga, that never been a hoe
21! Yeah!
Okay now here's our tomato, we can kill em or we can pay em
Believe or no, never trust your neighbor
Survival of the fittest, the casualties are endless
This right is the triangle, you should never leave this village
Only the strong move on, from the drugs and the killings
When that fire hit the stone, the fields start trembling
When the king's on the throne, I make him bow cause I achieve
Put the city on the map, people say these evil things
The protoje of Kuda Brown, and Ku-shay
I'm from the home of the chopper, riding with a open case
I'm fresh off the porch, I'm getting money serving
That barber shop did with the Mr. Earnings
I'm in curly's every morning, robbing serving
R.I.P. Miss Burt, I gain lots of my earnings
Wolf lost his eye for the jump street
The jungle, every night it's tryna achieve
It's a game of 21, where the cars lay down
The wind of your mother, where them crackers come around
When I see 21, touching this 4 pack
These niggas sure ain't stopping, getting down lay down
(21 jump street) In your hood the max, it's the same size
(21 jump street) With your durags, never do ruff
Still I gotta get it, ain't sneeze half snow
That ain't a real nigga, that never been a hoe
21! Yeah!
I had dreams of fucking Tinkerbell
I rep the products of 7 sins, had them bags bigger
The yeotics money power, in this microphone
A little knowledge, not enough bring water home
I still got em mail ink, fuck the city up
Without the vowels, they wouldn't have never gave my city nothing
I broke the silence, mama told me keep my mouth closed
But she used to move, pounds with the pass modes
I was blessed with drive of a killer, in the swag of a skinner
I stepped down like Nick, and dat Wayne my nigga
21 haters 21 of truth
I'm 21 but my nigga 21 guns salute
I'm from the section 8 housing, the roaches the rats the violence
The crackers the bats we Holling, we out here 21 jump street
It's a game of 21, where the cars lay down
The wind of your mother, where them crackers come around
When I see 21, touching this 4 pack
These niggas sure ain't stopping, getting down lay down
(21 jump street) In your hood the max, it's the same size
(21 jump street) With your durags, never do ruff
Still I gotta get it, ain't sneeze half snow
That ain't a real nigga, that never been a hoe
21! Yeah!
