and I, Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right. JD: First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I guess that's why they dis like And claim my shit wouldn't twirk Tryna make them locals come above me But it didn't work I got you bitches hot (Hot
we the supergroup You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady shit
me whole And cha ching goes a robber And cha ching goes the gun And cha ching goes the bittersweet Judgmental nun Cha ching goes the gun And cha ching goes
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
overlooked us when he handed down his graces You see embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where
I live in a town called millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole
ill Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough I'm burnin
to take over this rap game Like Castro took over Cuba Po'po can't prove we using drug money So fo now that shit is just a rumor Don't even rula Keep it
the, victim of the ghetto Just another victim, that's how it goes My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather Keep your eye on the storm come and get us When the shit goes down we're all down 'cause
speed dial she might not do you but She'll do me cause I always get service like AT&T and I park any Where I feel cause you can't boot 28 inch wheels
other shit yo, I admit, I'm a sucker a low down Dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' canivin' motherfucka Breakin' in cribs with a chrome bar I wasn't 'Poor
cup Lookin' like he can't wait to start sprayin' shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs" "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down
God, Terror Squad reppin Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where them niggaz don't, talk no shit Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click Where
like your watch keeps tickin' (KMG) On my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin' Now, what's really known as a radio cut? When you can say and you can't say (Shit
nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes But ladies I ain't always violent You could pump, pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard Can't