countin' Benjamins *** you should too, if you knew What this game'll do to you Been in this *** since ninety-two Look at all the bull*** I been through
Staking my house out in a damn tinted Sedan Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam You gotta sip
all that To the back we all that to the back Red or blue new wall cap Pause that bull shit you talking bout Before the people start walkin out If you
blye 'cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin', I let you die if you bluffin' 'Cause to die is the whole price of nothin' You
m in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts I'm the Latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even De Niro
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
you're gone, you don't come back Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk
You're off the map now Radar can't even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk
tonight Fuck with me, it'll be a homicide tonight I'ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight And put a swelling on his pimping, ride out tonight [
girl) Go on and make your moves if you want to (I said get up) You can act a fool if you want to, you know you wit them STAARRR TRAAAK RIIIDERS YEAH
give you it moist And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got And the ambulance'll take
out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head
' you What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man? The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas, where you at nigga C'mon nigga, yo, where you at, where you at nigga Check 'em out
my locs Gotta look good when I kill so I sparkle up the spokes You see you're nothing but a lop You think that you can rap? Bitch you can't even walk
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We
down I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if your thugged out First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out