Lyrics:
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
day just to stay in my position
Lincoln wood grain gripping
Windows tinted no percentage
Spin a wheel
Wheel spent
Bending blocks thru the city
Music
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
[Chorus]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just can't see
So many devils tryin' to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I'm
a gat
In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack
My parents both died, how to handle that
We light candles and cry wish we had them back
Be popping like a wheelie
I put on for my city I go
Hard for North Philly that be me
Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD
I'm down to disappear pop
the other side of the block?
Ed hardy for the fit, let's not start off with my kicks
In the studio gallery dept, while yo ass still in debt
Get treated right
in the hood
I'm a Asshole By Nature I
Make it rain real good
Ro and Trae - Assholes By Nature no doubt
Motherfucker can you stand the rain?
Cause if
Heavyweight heads, you just twistin that boof!/
My hitters’ll shoot! One rip in ya roof!/
While I’m hittin this stick of the stickiest blue!/
Blew sticks by
I got a lot on my wrist
Killin em one at a time
Scratching em off my list
I’m comin dine from the city of
Syrup
I say I love you I give you my word
to do it I'll have the tiger in my eyes
Yo I'm out in the public you a bitch in disguise
Writing SM replies literally got no lives
All envy and lies
the check cashin' spots on Fillmore and Broadway (uh-huh)
I treat my city like Monopoly, sitting on Park Place (Park shit)
The engine in the shit I'm
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
Music, Syrup Screwin, Cadilac on 22's
Choppin blades in a 84, Killeen Texas that's my influence
La Familia's Own, I'm the Underdawg of the Merk-City
mama Imma always go the hardest
Another statistic in my city but we more than that
I was out here chasing a mill but I need more than that
In my city you
And they say that my style is too similar to pop
I rock shows in the city but I blew up in the burbs
Catch the switching ladies erratic in my gold suburb
the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the language of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin' slabs
Fifties, quarters
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is s***ty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off
good in the city that
Had a fucking hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my
for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
Real trench, baby, in my city
Watch eviction notice come
I was trying to get it
Saved some pennies
I bottled them up
I can't lose my chips inside my
nothing holding me back
I come from the sin city you know that
Seven hundred and two put your hands up if you had my back
Been rapping one year and yeah we
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