[verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
Wake his a** up
I'm a show em all the money
And the a** I pa** up
How I'm N-Y deep
Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
You b**hes been dropping D's (dimes)
Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be k**ing n***az but ain't really done sh**
I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler f** hoes
It's cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
[Chorus 2x:]
Yo it's that Roc a Fella sh**
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f** who you with
We them n***az coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real n***az that walk around with guns on their hips
[verse 2]
I live my life now like none of y'all f*gots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on
For the bread, bu*ter and chips sh** I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride dick now
Money spend now
I move work through my pen pal
n***az hate bleek cause I live through this sh**
You n***az keep hating cause I could deal with this sh**
I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a M-P emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot
I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 n***az 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
[Chorus 2x]