Verse 1: (Nature)
Ayo, Auxillary cops be grillin` me out patrol cars
why`s my chain so big with no job?
remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
ain`t it funny how the innocent change?
used to be kinda quiet,
a whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
until the shit expired
learned to drive at age Twenty-Five, see I used to catch cabs
smokin` lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
do anything just to laugh
I`ll cop anything to to have
rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
I got signed with no rhymes wrote
wrote it quick, throwin` rhymes out for free so ya`ll could know my shit
know my zip, 11101
pretend thug niggas own one gun
bust shots and don`t run
late nights the police don`t come
and if you still don`t know where I`m from...
Chorus
10th street (96th and Spellman), 12th street, Vernon (Queensbridge), the
pub, the hill (Long island City), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it`s
real, the love (organized crime)
Verse 2: (KL)
Livin` life on the edge way back
now I get money and stay black
some find it funny, others hate that
reason why the angers developed
put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote
bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke
police slid
Yo, yo, you see what they did?
alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot
niggas engagin` to pop shots
aimin` to drop cops
the block`s hot, niggas on the roofs of houses
there`s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin` figures
the Bridge blossoms with gossip
chicks who cock suck
niggas who hardly wash up
and they light as paper weight
I guess it`s safe to say my hood`s got tradition
Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin` to listen
regradless of the district we ballin` on a mission
at any given moment I destroy competition.
Chorus
Verse 3: (Kyron)
Fuck, I hate `em and the Fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain
and bang `em
you violatin` Q.B.? had to lay `em
I`ll serve you if you onto that
hit `em up with all of that
Seventeen, applaudin` they gat, I wrote a song to that
twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain`t no more of that
it`s 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at?
the truth hurt, now I`m up in shorty boo`s skirt
take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts me
you wanna know who`s Donnin` these hoes? just ask me
the way the jewels flash makes `em wanna be nasty
Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the table
look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel
love thy neighbor, we can live in the World
thats your Man Fifty Grand `till he fucks your Girl
now it`s all out war over that Whore
Deja vu got you buggin` `cause you know you saw this before.
Chorus
