the page, no more minimum wage and my corner got paid kept fedy, kept it steady my partna named Reggie Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy hitin real hard
keeping it real Now with God we chill over a record deal Always the good ones to go, never your enemies die Till this day I wonder why they took my man B
buy it, I put it in a bag You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce Tell you what, get a beat tape
mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh
rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd Get gwop by the thou', wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car real fast, bed real
and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin' shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and
pass the test In any old badass mc contest E-boy the b-boy the one you can't avoid On the 10 o'clock news and on the tabloids Still rockin' that good
'all with h*** and walkin' in my Adidas I continue to bust, then I switched up to Chucks Givin' *** a puff, still givin' it up Beanie Sigel, what up? Real
u still down, still down for me? Baby, are u still down, still down for me? Baby, are u still down, still down for me? Baby, are u still down, still
My whole main Crompton crew, bounce Everybody is outside, bounce All of my niggaz upstate, bounce All of my niggaz downstate, bounce All of my boyz outta state, bounce
Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B Still diggin', still livin', still givin' Y'all the ill written, still fuckin' like
for your face, b-ba-bas-b-ba-base" "Base for your face, b-ba-b-base-base-base" "Base for your face, b-ba-bas-b-ba-base" "Base for your face, ba-base" {
eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce
eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fucking an R an' B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce
what I say It cry for me, like Denzel in glory But I broke the cycle, no more poverty I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably But cats know I'm real
'93 Hatin' ass niggas wouldn't let me eat but I kept it real Stayed true to tha streets, stayed down, sucked up tha frown 'Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around Still
so I had to get on it Lost boyz and desert storm, show us the money Cause we still hungry, we still got the growl in the tummy We still grimy and grungy