you down with my fuckin' hands tied Now change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudes By kids that are mad at you ? they expect
Jacob, but you can still call me the jeweler You know how I throw that jewelry on you And this one right here, this is just a tennis bracelet You rock
down the railing Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin The plot thickens, phones are
pop shit Sellin twenty's on my block bitch on some black top shit What you want nigga?, What you want nigga? What you want, What you want nigga? Can I
t stand the backpackers, Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win. Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think
made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on
when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms Cause I'm fuckin the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars Cause you
lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny but close minded people thought I was only out to make money But check on back cuz it's a fact obscenity is no new
scene of New York Comes to life with lights pubs clubs with thugs Mobsters gangsters criminals dealers with drugs Loud music crowds are moving up and down blocks
leavin everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - James Brown {*sample cut and repeated*} [Nas] Everybody "Get down, get down! Get down, get down
I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga STOP He recognize who remains on top Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this
Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers." I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block
you don't know me, I don't know you So don't approach me, I won't approach you And don't insult me, I won't insult you Cause you don't know what I will
grinding Putting these kids to bed You think you're hard-boiled Fucker you're an easter egg You got a pastel shell and a soft inside Squash your pride You
his reindeer Pullin' on the reins Bells are ringing Children singing Bells are ringing Children si... b-bells are b-bells are ringing Children singing
shit that I know you can't take Fuck out my way for heaven's sake I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue (clue) Shoo
Yeah all you bustas yeah I was down but I'll be around Things are gettin crucial you gotta exercise your mind Or learn about life before you're left