lot of heart, best part is I'm clever too Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder Ari, haze, diesel, sour Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's
cans I want a bad bitch fat ass with no flaws I want 2 of dem' twins witout no draws I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome I want a crack
ll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like
white? If white boys doin it, well, it's success When I start doin, well, it's suspect Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money America's five
s salad [chorus] [Ras Kass] Now welcome to the terrordome (fuckin maricones) Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it's on Busta Rhymes said, "There's
cream Trippin' out these dope fiends Bringin' back all kinda things T.V.'s, camcorders, VCR's, stereos Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on Nigga I don't
you the story from rags to riches How I did time with fags and snitches That's real It's really real It's no drama It's really real Yeah Y'all niggas
asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P [Verse 1] I'm on my grind, grand
of Down South desperado's Follow the empty bottles, stems and seeds Til you find a million motherfuckers just like me I say...player...play on I say...player........play
all them niggas on the corner doin' something they ain't got no business doin' I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad Can't forget
ain't cooking up right? Papi told me this is solid white Fuck it wrap it up take it back up Still in all it's a play out Tired of spending money Might
dimensions Flood over tracks, well, mics in critical condition Killin ya Maxell, unveil lyrical skills unknown for my people with illegal cell phones A real MC let's
back where I belong The ocean speaks and spits and I can hear it from the interstate I?m screaming at my bother on my cell phone he?s far away I?m saying
tuckin' the chain Everything's everything (AZ) See times don't stop, and crime won't stop So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top, To every home phones and cells
clever too Hand skills, hard work, gun play whatever duke Ecstacy, oxy, vicodin, powder Ari, haze, diesel, sour Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's Hand
's get it on, ma turn off your phone Cause we don't need no interruptions Hop on your good foot, let's get into somethin Aowwwwwww - and don't it feel
and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo I know what your thinking, yeah me too Okay everybody meet mister me too [Pusha T] Been
