Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Welcome to my sex room Where your body meets my body Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been looking so good all day And you really got a nigga pretty anxious baby Better call your boss tell him that your daddy's home Take a couple days off And take

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come come with you We don't like gold

Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

Let's get high, high Come Come on let's get high, high All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuck Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes Smoking this, drinking that, hitting at hoes Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

Think I ran into a dead end Come Come and save me, I feel threatened Ain't no point in using weapons, no I'm at war with my reflection, uh Come Come and help me, I feel threatened I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that

I'm on! (Come on!) It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh God's Son, never gone, never left King, I played every card in the deck The whole world waitin for what I'mma do next And y'all already know where I came from Queensbridge repper since day one Nigga,

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down