out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find
a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid? And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care If I ain't strapped that means I took
J Lo They act like they don't - but they know They can't get a penny from the block And at the end of the day She's still Jenny from the block, yeah Don't
we the M-O-B-B What, you ain't heard? You can't see? Ever since the cash they wanna hound P Oh now you got L-O-V-E for me [Havoc] Doing this for about
we the M-O-B-B What you ain't heard? You can't see? Ever since the cash they wanna hound P Oh now you got L-O-V-E for me [Havoc] Doing this for about
move the crowd (Hook - Lunatics) 2x Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show (Where you from?) From the S-T-L, M-O
nigga I hope it's worth it Spray ya ass like a job from perfect Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick [Chorus] [T.I.] Y'all suck ass niggaz
' me smile ...realize that the sky's not made of gold don't disguise the nature of your soul Gimme that z, o-l-o-f-t No longer pissed and you don't
everytime you see me got a joint to bake Tell me dog bring his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the O-O-O-O-o, o, o, ooooo yeah bitch
in love with the green with a Grinch grin (Now watch me go) 'O11 dropping blow up records Tour bussin' with ? smoking with ? Had so many L's thought we was going 'O
club and we shot out Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob" You bullshittin' "I ain't fuckin' around The posse's
criminal shit of these O.G.s What's poppin', nigga? Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles This is for the hood and niggas that's wild If
You won't see D no Turn the Key Go to Tennessee That's beezys home Brace yourself we takin off, Pistol Loaded my safety's off Paint is wet, my leather's soft and There's
m a young champ like Ben Roethlisberger S.S. Chevy with the big block engine Rims and paint cost me a whole pension [Jae Millz] I don't need nothing