Aiyo, aiyo, what up? Yo
What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney shit?
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoes and shit out there
A lot of niggas done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit
You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood
But time goes on and if we don't change a lot of shit
Shit's always gonna be this way and that's a muthafuckin' fact
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo
When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all muthafuckas and shit
One-two, fuck around and clob on one of y'all muthafuckas
Yo Spidey, put that reverse shit, on
Come on, can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Yeah
Can you feel it?
Let's go, fuck it
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Only place on the map, that got the 30 dollar bill
And we front like we got millions
Our specialty is how we willie, niggas
That's how buck brought the building
And the police is pussy, they protect and serve
They connect, with base heads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room
Bonin' these two white bitches, ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, fuck Vegas
The black Carlo Gambino, rockin' the Wallo's
Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicy, verses is Jalapinos
Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade
I'm sittin' down on Dino, Tone Stark here, a poet's art
Kiss the girls and bake them pies
Clean up, some are old darts
This that real live don' shit, you heard
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or can you find a way
Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays
Throw a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we tryin' to say is gonna be this way
It don't have to, it don't have to
My God!
With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics
Anomos' in the hood, it's the fact, we can do magic
Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something
Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Forensic scientists called in to display graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets
We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc
No trics, we take from silly rabbits, yo feed them lead carrots
The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric
The only thing that can stop 'em is that teplonphat shit
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
Brr, baow! Ain't no comin' back bitch
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or can he find a way
Blow niggas over turf, bitches, dimes and trays
Throw a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that, in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we tryin' to say is gonna be this way
It don't have to, it don't have to
My God!
Ways, be this way!
Ways, be this way!
Ways, be this way!
