[Verse 1]

Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle

I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle

Show a nigga know yo

We the first teen millionaires in harlem since rich and po

You don't know? get to know

Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock

Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch

It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot

Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot

Me and my co-d on a o-z, we go rock for rock

Me and my co-d on a roll we go rock for rock

You souped up, think I'm easy to touch

Then you been watchin' a little bit of tv, too much

Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times

On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime

Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap

Here's a cd, slash here's a dime of that crack

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Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch

Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch

New york baby for you matchbox niggaz

Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggaz

[Verse 2]

I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain

Not to mention jada pinkett over parkin' the range

(Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain

Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain

Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back

The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad

Like joe on the run, put his fuckin p.o. it's done

Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns

Word to the wise, killa cam, I heard of them guys

Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives

Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south

Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out

Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out

Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route

Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street

Tour over motherfucker let's get back on our feet

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[Verse 3 juelz santana]

I fucked up let the streets got a hold of me

Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me

I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed

Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap

Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth

Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch

Rope your nigga, leave you with an open liver

I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter

I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days

Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys

Fuck a&r's that want me to dance and pose

I rather stand on poles with grams and o's

White shirt, construction timbs, a pair girbaud's

And white powder shit, that'll clear ya nose, faggot

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