niggas standin' on da bloc usin' both hands to hold nutz/
and my choppas are so raw dat im riddin on cold cuts/
and da rocs on my neck grab women wit swole butts/
so dont let me find out u a new pimp wit old sluts/
fo my niggaz on tha bloc/
who kick pot/
and sell roc/
and 4 dem thugs who b posted on corners like mail boxes/
doesnt matter how much its worth its how much ya bling make/
my bling bring mo girlz then a beach on spring break/
crack dont make da fiend its how much tha fiend take/
so u should take my bullets and walk off wit a clean slate/
if yo plate is full u should leave wit a clean plate/
walk in da clud fresh u dont leave wit a clean face/
wanna jump hard now had u runnin last night/
at about 10 cops came through wit guns & flashlights/
tryin to duck an doge we come through wit dem gas pipes/
dont fo get da name nigga da name b pastlife/
