chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with German enginerin', Rack n' Pinion stearin' Homes with French doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause momma back and hotter than before Big
On the corner of Main Street Just tryin' to keep it in line You say you wanna move on and You say I'm falling behind Can you read my mind? Can you read
streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
collect from us Direct from us, street intellectuals [Nas] And I'm shrewd about decimals And my man'll speak Patois And I can speak rap star Y'all feel
, just broads when a nigga dick hard Flooded offshore, automall lookin' like a car star Put it in a wristwatch, ballin' like a big shot Beamers, Bentleys
weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese. Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements, BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish. Shawty sittin low, big
blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese Dat boy get salad beef bow movement BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish Shawty sittin' low big
[Fabolous] it goes however I wanted to these bitches never say can?t I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants big house, couple rides call
popping out of nowhere cameras in your face and then suddenly you're on TMZ you're on TMZ Following you when you're walking down the street and asking
I'm convicted Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you explain the skies, the moon, the stars
there I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya You couldn't have told me nothin' back then But now I feel ya... I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big
Geah, whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect, e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B, here's mine Geah
What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime hood niggas look like stars
's a white tee and white rims I bought bread, a real G get gees Back to the streets, back with Lil' Jon Back for the A back, reppin' for the stars Put
'ma let the magic shoot This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah I'm a general and criminal yall fags salute I'm in the streets while yall sweet like
, Who I am, Who I am All I get is respect, as soon as I eject the vehicle I bet you cannot detect, the scratch of a defect From where the streets feast
fuck, and if she can't hang She can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours And on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses No bra's, let me
[Common] I'm not tall but can I bust? Like the double dutch going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me yo my