[Tony Yayo]
Yeah
Yo, Word up man
F**kin cold out here, man.
My f**kin toes is killin me, man
I f**kin been on the block all day, man
But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
F**k man, yo man listen...
[Verse 1]
Yo we project livin, with plastic on the furniture
Little n****z comin up will f**kin try to murda ya
D's not out, so the coast is clear
But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nina. Everybody got a vest
New York City's the arena of death
Yo the strip movin slow, but everybody goin hard
Seein more D's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now, following these dreams
I'ma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends
Same gear for a week, wearin dirty cloths
All day in the spot, by a dirty stove
Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy
But I'm only human, so these n****z wanna clap me
The drug game over, but there's money to make
So n****z clappin at n****z who raise that crime rate
[Hook]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You n****z push me, for sure I'm gon pull it
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood, they hustle, and be on that good s**t
Snakes in the grass be on that bulls**t
N****z that's a** stay with a full clip
Guns get blast, n****z on that shook s**t
So live by the gun, or die by the bullet
[Verse 2]
The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city
When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki
Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin the crack
You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back
New York City, everything move fast
Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash
China white whizzy movin quickly on the ave
The same dope that Whitney in the rehab
Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn
Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm
We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes
Got my spot lookin like a soul train line
F**k doin time, I'm tryin to progress
Get that money, n****, serve ya projects
Hustlin homie, that's all I know
In the summertime, I could make the whole strip snow
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