Put in my work
Runners love to pump the bomb
Is it real? Yeah son!
Is it real? Yeah son!
Like Pacino and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
Put in my work
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
Bet you know it's all real
Ain't none if y'all betta
I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
Lox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker
But you know it's all real
Put in my work
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
In my block still doin twenty-five a day
Ain't none of y'all betta
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Ain't none if y'all betta
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch
Like Boston George comin' through with all my blow
Is it real? Yeah son!
And everybody gon' follow me now
We'll squash you, A S A P, feel it
Ain't none of y'all betta
The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
What y'all know about
Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze
Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
If I don't see the badge I'm clappin' the D's
If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare
On the block
(No doubt)
Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga
Let's get it poppin' my nigga
But you know it's all real
Ain't none if y'all betta
'Cuz I still rob niggas for coke
Put in my work
But you know it's all real
Get shot three different ways
Ain't none of y'all betta
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Matter fact, make that six different ways
On the block
None of y'all betta
On the block
It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart
Ain't none of y'all betta
Is it real? Yeah son!
If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there
Ain't none of y'all betta
You God minus the 12 Disciples
Put in my work
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?
They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk
Ain't none of y'all betta
It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what
If it is name
Let you know, let you know it's all real
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin' the dope
Ain't none of y'all betta
Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed
You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
On the block
Ain't none of y'all betta
Ain't none of y'all betta
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
Ain't none of y'all betta
Ain't none if y'all betta
What y'all know about
What y'all know about
Bet you know it's all real
What y'all know about
Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
What y'all know about
And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans
Right now I'm tryin' to charter a jet
Gun in each hand bitch
Is it real? Yeah son!
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
On the block
I put 28 holes through the icy car
And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
All I know, niggas give me all my dough
