Woo, we on fire tonight Woo, yeah, we on fire tonight Woo, Black Star in the house fo' sho' Yo, now everybody go Ghetto people it's time to ride (Supreme
wouldn't do it She built up a wall and I couldn't break through it I used to walk to school everyday of the week Watching teresa walk on the other side
...is it the money, the house, the... ...niggers just wanna come for my spot, Man it's crowded at the bottom, Shit, it's lonely at the top, top, Back,
to dippin I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up Flippin, pistol grippin, I load the clip in The hallway, got real loud and crowded They walked
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks That's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head,
come out of the spot I see niggaz startin to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in" On my face he saw the
[Chorus:] it's on and poppin and on and poppin and on and poppin yes it's on and poppin oh yes it's on and poppin and on and poppin and on and poppin
by my waist, where the lead at? Anywhere that I shoot, same spot nigga dig that? Yellow take nigga Clinton Sparks on the California quake nigga When the light on
had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls The millionare, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks Guess how I got the weed spot
get to dippin I know them niggaz in the Range is on they way up Flippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippin The hallway, got real loud and crowded They walked
Jay's Spot niggaz with K's - son they feelin' your ways It's like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street Walk
hand to hold to keep me on my feet paradise is a parking lot a spot up front is your reward and all the rest walk down streets of gold to the house
Warchild)] Aiyyo, it is what it is, my nigga (We gon' eat) Whether the sun or the storm, my nigga (We gon' creep) If it's on, then it's on, my nigga (
to find some fullys and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd pistol let off repeated immediatey black and white drop ridin' through the spot and tryin
lips in some jumbled rock ?n? roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch ? the surface of a friend ? this high book a friend laid on me ? on the couch
after Pussy stinkin, who brought these freaks yo, what you thinkin That's on my downplay, your husband rhyme, and sound gay With that fast talk, fast walk, ass is flat on
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care
when a grown man is speakin' Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin" The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin' The heat seakin