Split the dutches fill it with the skunk we about to
get wicked in the joint uh Heaven is glorious
Niggaz now who's the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
heaven sent top notch with the glock check your pockets
and your sockets it's just the way my pops taught me
When you throw the drop check em throughly
The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
And dead niggaz don't make no moves
When I'm slingin in the hood I don't fake no moves aight
Reminiscin on my swinger days
when I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
Yea she had the Gucci roots I had Sarducci suits
Oshkosh-begosh Coca-Cola lookin real cute
Linden Boulevard representin B-town
Mac-11 cocked back niggaz better duck down
Face down you know the routine the cream
Earrings you know the drama heaven bring
Let's get it on