-boy fresh nigga from my head to my feet And I'm a tell ya like pack told me Cash rule everything around 2.P. I came from the bottom of the bottom, I
East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo [Kastro] I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission'
Stress Sunshine, geyeah I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin with my peoples high to GM, from a
don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you [Hook] [T.I.] I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause
ball playa, when you see me ballin Stacks tall-ass ball playa from the stage to the air Whether in Miami, Cincinnati or in Riverdale Arizona, California, make it rain anywhere Pullin out that pistol
2] Ay, its rules in the game son, learn it young When dez hatas speak yo name man burn dey tongue Neva be ashamed of how ya live or where ya from You
yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side boy
-Diamonds and Girls Di-Diamonds and Diamonds Di-Diamonds and Girls and girls and girls Di-Diamonds and [Verse 2 - Currency:] Yeah Hailing from the bottom
'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'm Straight From Clayborne Nigga Just Ask Liz Check Ya Neck There Aint A Crook Like This From The City
what this is? Still The Carter 2 people x2 Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people Hey yeah [Lil Wayne] All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise
see yeaa I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me [Juelz Santana:] I'm on da grind till da police come With dat pistol on da side
2-0, I'm like J-Lo...going through niggaz DTP we aint plying if you try to get our pen A.K's get ta spraying like... Bottom line that mean I'm bout it
make it hot I'm reppin' for all my blocks Duckin', dippin' the cops Ready runnin' the dock Icarus in his sock We comin' straight from the bottom going
bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg {repeat x2} They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs
car peels out] Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my nigga when I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand
pistol, hip hop was kinda joggy Kid, back up off me, I murder you kind of sloppy I drink crazy beer, big beers in bad bars From the tap, I squeeze eight