with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to
out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that
talkin like Ghostface this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped
wings Gun in the waist of his baggy jeans stayed strapped Yankee cap above his durag lean Police that pass flash sirens outside his projects Where the dealers push crack
purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without
It's the Boy Scout, your superhero What's the info, yes yes I'm a nympho, fuck ya demo Ya limo, and ya bimbo, from here to the Projects I get nuff respect
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects
straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot
, King of Louisiana i done been the truth. if you dont know better ask somebody. i am the show at the after party. im stackin dough aint gotta sell crack
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no chimps, ACG Boots Livin' in the crack spot
-talkin' Like ghostface this, ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap Valored down like the sheik of Iran Gasoline cream
, you keep your strap You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the projects
14 years old, cutting mad classes Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime Everybody knew Joey Crack
all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects
That morning, he would wake up and be gone What the insect had a ambulance? As a little boy eatin' ice cream in the cold project apartment I used to
filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream The first
if I start wildin', flippin' on niggas walkin' around Wit' da nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me, so I escaped, see Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more cream
