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