, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where it started at? South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart
young boy and treat 'em to City Blue. (Fabolous) It's like ya'll don't know beatbox, I was O.T. at Twelve given a half at Six, an O.Z. at Twelve ain'
[Intro] I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina, And they
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you
ride And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black
now, aight now Don't get gassed up, I know where you live at, I tied ya wife up Gave her the dick and she was like "buck" Yeah picture ya girl
hit in ya waist for, wastin' time Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind metal to the bone Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome Follow
gun in ya Release one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com This philly cat back at it Still throwin' crack at it Still fuckin' with them crack-atics
know? We doing it real big right here! All my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! How ya livin'?
in the city where it's all death In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew, But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew Second verse [lil' ya
all my real niggaz Yeah, uh Let's get it crunk up in this bitch Where ya at? Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh? Where ya at? Where ya at huh? This for
ya'll should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya and I don't care if its the motherfuckin
Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub Babysitter would send you to bed but she would make me stay up so she could give the young
up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark Where the real thug niggaz see ya
can never take the life of a young G I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money
glaciers Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?" I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at
the streets, yeah Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats, yeah Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check While you mad at ya girl, ya betta
told Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start