[Verse 2] Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now Immune to the murderous plots Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it Respect game, there's rules as a criminal So recognize I'm a five star general You touchin' who
[Verse 3] Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin' Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly Hope heaven got a ghetto for us In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence Specialize foot notes for the adolescents Locked in, there's beef in the game now I know its deep but the streets know the name now The war is on
The song is produced by Chop D.I.E.S.E.L. The beat is sampled from the 1977 song “Sara Smile” by Impact which is a cover of a 1975 Hall & Oats song of the same name. The hook is a slowed down sample of Styles P edited verse on the Ruff Ryders song Ryde Or Die.
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