Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo   Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up   I'm a show em all the money   And the ass I pass up      How I'm N.Y. deep   Who snitched to N.Y.P.   (New York Police)   You bitches been dropping D's   (Dimes)      Since 86 striped Lees   Dial 9-1 tips   When I spit one clip   Supposed to be killing niggaz   But ain't really done shit      I'm loco   Tote the 4-4   Smoke L's with duck doors   Drow flow   Blow the smoke slow   And holler fuck hoes      It's cash and money   Nines grab the green weed exactly   One shot lives and Daiquiris   My gat be stashed in the dash   Mixed herbs and hash   On a cruise for cash      I might bruise some cats   Spit 2 at you dudes that act   Like you can't be touched   Front and lose your cap   I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son   Never on the run stack mail by the tons son      Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit   Hoes clothes to whips   Act up and get hit   Give a fuck who you with   We them niggaz coming through   Locking down your strips   Some real niggaz that walk around   With guns on their hips      Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit   Hoes clothes to whips   Act up and get hit   Give a fuck who you with   We them niggaz coming through   Locking down your strips   Some real niggaz that walk around   With guns on their hips      I live my life now like none of y'all fagots   You keep fronting like that   I'm gone let one of y'all have it   I keep the fours drawn   When I wake up the war's on      For the bread, butter and chips   Shit, I go to war for em   Tinted my whip now   These cops ride dick now   Money spend now      I move work through my pen pal   Niggaz hate Bleek   'Cause I live through this shit   You niggaz keep hating   'Cause I could deal with this shit      I'm a street individual   Sold it all criminal   Weed just a minimum   I'm a MP emblem   Rock syndicate and flips in the block   You call it I lick a shot      I'm street wise   Went up on my caps in size   Who getting money over here contact these guys   Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block   With 3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop      Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit   Hoes clothes to whips   Act up and get hit   Give a fuck who you with   We them niggaz coming through   Locking down your strips   Some real niggaz that walk around   With guns on their hips      Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit   Hoes clothes to whips   Act up and get hit   Give a fuck who you with   We them niggaz coming through   Locking down your strips   Some real niggaz that walk around   With guns on their hips