Jersey City free.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, where are you going, yo?
Come here, yo.
Where you going?
Let me get that, yo?
Come here.
Yo.
Where I'm from, yo, these cats don't care.
You could die from a shot or die from a stare.
And don't scuff they sneaks up.
They'll fuck your weak up.
They radios play passed 10, and pop your speakers.
Yo, pass the riff up.
They fuck bitches named Keisha.
Mamacita's.
Mona Lisa's.
And all type of creatures the corner store features.
Quarter ward is blacker than mine's.
A slice of pizza.
And hurry up, Mohammed.
You with Slimy.
Speaking through a bulletproof glass.
Taking deposits.
Silence your broken promise.
I swim with piranhas in muddy waters no less.
Yes, step before designer.
Yeah.
You asked me why I was doing this.
Even if I told you why.
I doubt very strongly that the knowledge
would change anything.
Like I said, yo, these cats don't care.
White terrorism is they head case upstairs.
And tough talk Tameka, she'll fuck your weak up.
Set you up, wet you up then she'll call police up.
No way, Nor'easter.
So stay sharp like Easter.
Keep your piece tucked in case they sneak up.
Thinking that you sweet stuff.
That's what it costs big boss because where
I'm at, if you saw, you lost.
So travel with metal gear all across the board.
Snakes a creep in your crib and crawl across your lawn.
Suicide kings are just headed for the sword.
Streets will always make you curse out and cross your Lord.
Motherfucker.