with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
boy was dressed Do it from Grand Daddy I.U. and Lord Finesse Feel some kinda way, get if off your chest Get embarrassed, "It's My Thing", Erick and Parrish
beat you with the Tommy Drag your ass down to Alby Square Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with
side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the leer G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang mufucka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what
feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we
feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
blazed the Philly, it's summertime shout out to Will Smith, cause who didn't wanna be the fresh prince flat top gold chain and some fresh kicks? My Nigga Nas told me money
money, over land, and over oil, and over god And over idols, and even lovers Over breakfast, over dinner, over suppers Over jungle, over rema, over buckers Over brooklyn, over queens