Featuring big noyd
Hey yo queenand's get the money long time no cash
Iand'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so i had to think fast
Pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livinand' to this day?
Iand'm tryinand' to tell these young niggas crime donand't pay
They looked at me and said andquot;queenand's niggas donand't play. do your thing
Iand'll do mine kid stay outta my wayandquot;.
Itand's type hard tryna survive in new york state
Canand't stop till iand'm eatinand' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up for ever but they canand't deflate me and'cause
Havinand' cash is highly addictive
Especially when youand're used to havinand' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ainand't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
Iand'm out for delfia, selfia, pand's not helpinand' ya
Iand'm tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo big noyd! (what up cuzinand'?) i canand't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.
Yo itand's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas canand't fuck with me
Cominand' straight outta qb
Pushinand' an infiniti
You ask can i rip it constantly? mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me
Trust me, nigga couldnand't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, youand're gonna have to, and'cause iand'ma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
Iand'm born witand' it
Iand'm gettinand' on witand' it
Anand' iand'ma have it and'til iand'm fuckinand' dead and gone witand' it
and'cause iand'm a what? composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Donand't make me buck ya, cause iand'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my stilo
Even pack my gat when i go to see my po
Jump out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my po try to troop me to the island
And if i start wildinand'
Flippinand' on niggas walkinand' around witand' da nice gold medallions
But she didnand't violate me, so i escaped see
Back to queenand's pumpinand' the fiends makinand' more cream
Know what i mean? iand'm a natural born hustler
Wonand't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.
Yo babe no time for fakinand' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real canand't roll without steel
I feel how i feel and'cause i was born to kill
Do what i gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvinand', donand't try to find a job son
Itand's all about robbinand'
So donand't be alarmed
When we come through, and'cause we supposed to
If you opposed to
Get your face blown dude, off the map
Cause i react, attack
A brother wasnand't blessed with wealth so i act like that
Drug dealinand'
Iand'm frontin on the world once i start 4-wheelinand'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin e and j, gettinand' bent all night
Yo, who dat? i never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business and'cause itand's only right
Po po ainand't around so i grab my pound
Money retaliated so i hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Canand't see myself gettinand' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ainand't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now heand's layinand' me down dead
And up from under the benches i started hearinand' sirens
I stop firinand'
He cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, andquot;yo son we got beef
But no question
Money had a problem so i solved himandquot;.
I got my mind on the stick-up now itand's time to get paid
Thinkinand' of ways to take loot already made
Thereand's crime in the air, ainand't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid
Give up the goods and get sprayed.
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they donand't they need to buy a watch
Word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
While i be sippinand' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crewand's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you whatand's it all about
The street life ainand't nuttinand' to play with
No jokes no games kid
For years i been doinand' the same shit
Just drinkinand' liquor, doinand' bids
Extortinand' crack heads
And stickinand' up the stick-up kids
