[Verse 1 B.A.M.]

On the boulevard where niggas gettin’ they cream on, posted up in the Escalade gettin’ they lean on/the Pyrex vision is real even it seem wrong, bangers won’t hesitate to squeeze gettin’ they scream on

So better make sure your beam’s on and your team’s strong, put away the work homie and wait til the D’s gone/A coward put good niggas away when the heat’s on, I let the Mac bless you if you gettin’ ya sneeze on

The boulevard always a big booty like Reese Mom’s, boulevard niggas beef and brat gettin’ they trees on/take em’ to the head and make sure that beat’s on, guzzle Henny and spit all night til’ my speech gone

My people’s gonna happenin’ fort dude like read bombs, Rolo got knocked again hold it and be strong/the load will make your stomach explode gettin’ your greed on, your feast on, no desert when you hear them police horns be warned

Hook [Scratched]

“Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean” (Big L)
“Read the flow” (Unknown)
“Ghetto” (Unkown)
“Truth be told” (Unknown)
“BK to the Bridge” (Foxy Brown)
“Home of the Brave” (M.O.P.)
“When I’m breaking it down” (50 Cent)
“Release the brain storm” (The Notorious B.I.G.)
“Walk inside the lion’s den” (Nas)
“Hate Thugs on this side” (AZ)
“Yeah! Yea!” (M.O.P.)
“You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be gunning” (Prodigy)

Verse 2 [B.A.M.]

The boulevard where the streets get hotter than Cajun, bodegas is where the D boys will dip from the Jake men

Homies catchin’ the drugs up in the train station, kind of killers that’ll have you wonderin’ where ya brains went, Ghetto bird hoverin’ the block I smell bacon, hot boys burn out they light pipes when they racing

Baby mom’s on the way to the 99 cent spot, she’ll get it on with anybody even drama with cops/you know about problem when she tying weaving a knot, pushing the baby stroller stashing the rocks

The boulevard where the hammers will pop and Grandmommas pray on Sunday that the violence will stop

Funeral homes make a killing from killings, when Muslims droppin’ jewels trying to teach the children/Friday night fried chicken smellin’ throughout the building, I challenge niggas love your hood homie throw up a million on the boulevard

Hook [Repeat]

Verse 3 [B.A.M.]

Rollin’ dice old heads playin’ chess wit a 40, I love that boulevard Hip-Hop bloody and gaudy/80’s fiends lurk the block the block wit the same old story, always be there for your peoples what block taught me

Leave the pay phones alone that’s a case on a platter, night fame and vice game fucked the dice game/Ima love the boulevard won’t stop me from doing my thang, say what you want but can’t say we ran when the fight came on the boulevard

Hook [Repeat]