dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino Scales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O Making the block hotter
dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino Scales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O Making the block hotter
yo! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old
shakin, I'm the same old nigga Still sit back in these and hang with and dope dealers Break the crew off, ride in new cars Get information from hoez about the new
me steppin' in the mud when I'm up in the hood Catch me hustlin' on the block when I'm up in the hood Catch me clutchin' on my glock when I'm up in the
think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock Unless I was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back Gotta do my own thing
warnin' shots, the fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click It's the young high-roller, the talk of New
broke that bitch is stickin' up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe she pick pockets when she rocks it it ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block
deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... We be runnin from the cops, bustin off shots Shit is deep on the block and
Since disc jocks created hip hop, check it out (Queens Ya out there? No doubt Manhatten No doubt New York city Staten Island New york new york Long Island New
rains hailin' Got me bailin' to stacks more green Gods ain't tryin' to be trapped on no block slangin' No rocks like bean pies brainstorm on the beginnin
it on C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on Word up, knahmsayin'? My man
they don't even want no more Y'all keep raisin' the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway
in New York, jeans, shorts, tims Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely Who'll be, in a black drop with his hat cocked that can't block Puff on
Keep on hearin' niggaz hollin 'bout they ass gotta go And where they gotta be One more time I kick rhymes and they don't wanna see Do Rae Me, rippin' shit on
put that on her kids He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig We back on your block, with 'nuff shots
In my backyard Analyze the stars On how to defeat all odds In a new zone I'm on a new phone Make most of the wackest rapper niggas Wanna find a new home