the beginning of a heat rock
want me to sign their te-ta's
a young hood nigga born and raised where the streets hot
rob you for your wristwatch
watch and get your g shocked
static's what we need not
my niggas roll with heaters
cuz my raps get your bitch hot
make your lady's knees knock
touching on her sweet spots
had her brown round wide open like a pita
counting up these c-notes
new york niggas get dough
now get your bitch up off my new growth
i be the point of all her interests
like putting pit bulls on your mother's christmas gift list
the land of lost toys and misfits
now living on your chick's lips
and i swear that all these chickens in here only want some liquid
feed-ing them this nesquik
wishing too deep to get up on this guest list
i'll put you on this next shit
most of these niggas out here fronting like they warbucks
but really orphan anything to get a slowbucks
trucking anything in my way to get me a tour bus
this young nigga can spit sick
covered in your girl's lipstick
while you wanting all her kisses?
she's kissing on my dipstick
mad duck sauce up on my chicken wings
'cuz it's a new york thing
they see my masterminds and wanna copy
a fly nigga looking good on this pete track
and for you lames trying to hear change?
i'll sell you all the same thing