[Hook:] Deez my streets, deez my corners Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna Jeeps run up on ya Beef
and park, is when I'm makin my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise And wh
ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my
at my face, Look at my car, Look at my waist then look at my scars. Look out da window see where we are. In my phantom, in my rover, bangin... [Ne-Yo
blood, peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them
of my mind Thinkin many plots blossoms how amny times? I'm sedated my (?conscriptiated?) from beginning Broke in the bombest weed smoke that will make a nigga choke To my
hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick,
I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned
you, how? Ha, ha, don't make me laugh The Beatnuts, you tricked me Tony Toca, El Caballo Oye For my nigga Big Pun, prendelo For my nigga J. B., prendelo For my
when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent
dont even mention da flow I dont even like rap I just do it for da scraps got chrome on my lac toast on my lap cruisin through the city fox fur on my
till we die) To all dem types that fuck with me For qb and so on, the hyrdro crew Mike Heron, Jerry Familiar And my enginer, Max Zzzzz (Zzzzz zzzzz) Mo greens baby To my
up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You
climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my
soul Straight from the streets of Lladelph Move your feet, ahh-hah, pimp shit It's that pimp shit, big whips with full clips Got mad chicks on my dick
