Intro-Hand It Down (feat. Memphis Bleek)

Bringing the drama

Trying to come up in the game

Add a couple of dollars signs to my name

Roc-a-Fella, y'all

Waiting for my day to come

Just give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga

It's your little ****, Bleek

Reporting to these mother******* live from the street

Game, I peep those

My mind so advance

At nine I used to **** hoes

For Easter clothes

Peep the steeze

I represent for all those with twenty eight grams

On the come up trying to creep the keys

Large n***** told me, pop the car

Keep the keys

Find a hood rat and creep the Mickey D's

First gun, two bullets

N***** know I do pull it

N***** trying to kill me, dawg, who wouldn't

Screw Gooden, I pitch in the P J's

Lit off the E J's, I split Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a b**** that only cream bring her

Last thing with Bing, he got drawn between us

**** is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson & Johnson

For the nonsense, who wants it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall

Man, I'm trying to come up on y'all

Get one up on y'all

That's why I hustle in these streets

From sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, keep bull*******, they'll kill you dead

One week of this hustling bought a living room's set

Went to torn these n***** mad veins out

Cop the Jordans two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly little ****

Know he **** from the third floor like, why little n****?

****, please

Twist the trees

Took a long pull like, ****, breathe

That's my answer, life's like cancer

And I'm serious