“Sippin mixed drinks outta broke coconut bowls…. We wildin”
"This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
fukk that, why try, throw bleach in your eye" - Biggie
Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
Flippin' cakes who them heavy head nikkas hatin' Jakes?
It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
City nikkas shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets
Why these people mob money in they Jeep?
Crack bums watch your back for jums
Got me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', plus vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's
That's life, to top it all off, beef wit White
Pullin' bleach out, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
Yo! fukk is on yo mind