The block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the backShit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do itI got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop
Drop, drop, drop, yeahFeeling just like JFK
In the city that little fly like JFK
Sometimes La Guardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks can kill then my style might bother yaThat's why I'm with Nadia, I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya, ba-ba-bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe ya haters ya
Watch what he say to her, ya thinkI can hold my head high or die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuckThe block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the backShit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do itI got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop
Drop, drop, drop, yeahAnd who are you to tell me how to conduct myself?
Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself?
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a suckers health
I coulda told you that, yeah, I coulda told you thatPicture me now I'm fly, where is them exposures at?
Right here on my lap, that's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cocked, I'm so cool
That if go to hell all I'll need is my sunblock
Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck
My attitude it celibate, I don't give a fuckThe block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the backShit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do itI got money in my head but I'm riding in the drop
Drop, drop, dropI mean, let's be honest, ya never liked a nigga
Trying to lesbian this so I kept the strap on
Clap off, clap on, lights out like flights out
You could be departed, never me who startedI Lambo gallard it, I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless I'm tin man, heartless
No love hate, son, looking for love get a show on VH1Nigga, hold your head high and die or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuckThe block got my back and my boys do too
And my baby momma tripping saying she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater on my lap and another in the backShit, how'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me?
Everybody and their momma call the feds on me
I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do it
Look, I don't knew it, I'mma do it, I'mma do itI got money on my head but I'm riding in the drop
Drop, drop, drop