[Hook]
Broke n***as on the block sippin' [?]
Get caught, no lawyer money now you lookin' all so sad
My n***a didn't take the plea, then he [?]
n***a still got enough, 55 and a half
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Aye yo
I had the Ford GT
Makin' money, money don't make me
The four pound no safety
These bullets will ruin your life, my n***a I'm nice
Havin' visions of Sean Price, filet mignon with my fried rice
Now I'm the greatest on site
I'm as dope as it get, smack sh** out you rappers and whoever you with
XFR, yola spinnin' in the mayo jar
I'm nasty, dick s**s from Nicki and Ashley
I'm on the yacht eatin' crab meat
Keep the K on the back set, first n***a in the Jag Jeep
[Hook]
Broke n***as on the block sippin' [?]
Get caught, no lawyer money now you lookin' all so sad
My n***a didn't take the plea, then he went out the back
n***a still got enough, 55 and a half
Aye yo
This is for all my uptown n***as
My Central Park n***as
My down the way n***as
My Fruit Belt n***as
My NOLA n***as
My Delaware n***as
My Dope Street n***as
My Westside n***as
All my Broadway, my warden n***as
To Paris, to Fairus, Lanefield, Kingfield
This for all my n***as gettin' money
For all my n***as locked up
This for my n***as that's no longer with us
This for my momma n***a