Listen, don't talk to me about songs 'cause I embarrass you
24 karat gold plaques in my living room
Same character watch, know the $#&@ing time

I wrap circles around ^!$$%s, on my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk


Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By the King from Queens ' Long Island
Hempstead two to your head, you stop wilding

Look at me now growned up
I turned out to be a legend in my own time
They say, General Bars, he stalks through the night

You can hear him in the ghetto
Where it's dark 'cause the light's all shut out
Shout out to ^!$$%s, put the pot out

When they see the boys coming for D, it's getting hot out
We hit the hideout couple hours and we back
Too much money out here to be anything less than paid


You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging

We turned up in the street you get found in
Same spot you was tryina wild out in


Big hammer to waste, that's how I gotta move
If it ain't the 350 it's an eye for a tooth
And ^!$$%s thinking they smooth

What am I supposed to do?
I attack mother$#&@ers who stunt
It's not cool, kids, don't try this at home

It's nothing to play with
Enjoy your young life
Don't $#&@ with them gauges

'Cause these %#@!s blow off tops
Destroy families, see, ^!$$%s get shot every day, B
It's Mandy, don't $#&@ with plated numbers

Ever play me, get your money, my pockets is real cakey
My life is real crazy but I wouldn't trade it
No, you couldn't make me

Get this paper, it's the only way
We gonna eat food, have a place to stay
You tell me how the $#&@ is you gonna make it

If you starve, then you're cold and your $$# is butt-naked
You see


You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging
We turned up in the street you get found in

Same spot you was tryina wild out in