blow your head off shoulders
y'all niggaz'll just fuss
now e'rybody talkin 'bout they run new york
don't see 'em up in new york
nigga know how we do it in the streets of new york
y'all niggaz comin up but y'all movin slowly
praise the lord like you owe he
cause he is makin possible for me
in forth and behind what we have
leavin when the smoke and behind in my half
my pinky ring keep blindin yo' ass
like i don't know what's goin on?
i been in the hood on fire
and you know it's always on
like i don't know what's goin on?
a genie told me - give me a call to alter your fortune
spin your head 'round like your
them goons'll take everything you pride and bought and
come on kick your door in
they takin everything that's left
oh-oh! they comin through
not me! i'm goin out the fire escape
i almost bust my ass gettin to the ground
fuck it! i kept a little back of my stash
i kept a little bundle in the crack of my ass
because we gettin it goin
y'all niggaz know how we do but they ain't really knowin
and they ain't really showin
so you know it's goin down
you should just - believe in yo'self
don't worry about the cars and wealth
on this green green earth
and what we do? turn that thing into gang turf
we can make it better but we make things worse
you could be in the benz or in the black hearse
gon' continue to marinate
in a sea of wihrl and changin the world
this music thing i call my girl
better yet my wife cause it changed my life