(feat. AZ) [AZ] Mm It's that *******t right here It's that big boy music! Yahmean? Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man Hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand Was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan Around the year of them classic jams I done seen *******z get ******* slapped and ran Word to yam a few got rich and swam While I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump It's over, no closure cars gave *******z exposure I was carried by ***** on his shoulders Sober my first AR in the hood Would of stuck a muh****** and bring his truck if I could Understood I was strong headed But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever From the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried So for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry (Mutha******s) [Hook x2] My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand When the block was too hot we had the look out man Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van [Cormega] Plans to conquer the street Branded in my head like the mark of the beast My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep When I eat my *******z eat We take the bitter with the sweet If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me Once intrigued with money and fast cars Stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God Forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins Presently the coop I'm in View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens? Like Vince Carter I'm too intense For dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim Anybody can ball I do it to win Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other *******t aside Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise I spit the sickest rhymes Daydream of getting mines ******* scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize? Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T With keys I sold in a V So cold when I hit the street many people froze My team deaded the block till it decomposed And was under our complete control to each his own I don't sleep on *******z in the street no mo Cause when *******t hit the fan even Nino told [Hook x2]
(feat. AZ) [AZ] Mm It's that *******t right here It's that big boy music! Yahmean? Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man Hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand Was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan Around the year of them classic jams I done seen *******z get ******* slapped and ran Word to yam a few got rich and swam While I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump It's over, no closure cars gave *******z exposure I was carried by ***** on his shoulders Sober my first AR in the hood Would of stuck a muh****** and bring his truck if I could Understood I was strong headed But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever From the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried So for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry (Mutha******s) [Hook x2] My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand When the block was too hot we had the look out man Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van [Cormega] Plans to conquer the street Branded in my head like the mark of the beast My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep When I eat my *******z eat We take the bitter with the sweet If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me Once intrigued with money and fast cars Stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God Forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins Presently the coop I'm in View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens? Like Vince Carter I'm too intense For dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim Anybody can ball I do it to win Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other *******t aside Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise I spit the sickest rhymes Daydream of getting mines ******* scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize? Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T With keys I sold in a V So cold when I hit the street many people froze My team deaded the block till it decomposed And was under our complete control to each his own I don't sleep on *******z in the street no mo Cause when *******t hit the fan even Nino told [Hook x2]
