| Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie |
| Its lounging low return of the O. G |
| High grade smoker, .38 toaster |
| Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster |
| Come (?) get beat down and broke up |
| I’m in the city where the homeless live |
| BC, G’s beat, throw a stone don’t play |
| Fly high cover you hood |
| My brother is good |
| Niggas who want a zigga |
| I wish you niggas front like (?) ain’t got yall picture |
| Take a flick of the nozzle, I’m full throttle |
| (?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle |
| You know my motto |
| I’m right here standing firm |
| (?) I blam on him he put a hand on him |
| Listen to the words I speak |
| I could care less |
| If you had a vest or even work in the streets |
| We gon' put our feet together |
| We gon' ease on down the road |
| Ease on down, ease on down the road |
| We gon' put our feet together |
| We gon' ease on down the road |
| Ease on down, ease on down the road |
| We keep the streets jumping |
| Beats is pumping |
| Sport mad ice on |
| Yo New York (?) |
| Usher on the radio |
| Ne-Yo and all them |
| Suit you up |
| Your pants got tight at the ankle |
| Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you |
| Mister Rogers, radio wave |
| Jay-Z come through whole face shaved |
| 50 Cent got the industry selling us crack |
| Yo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it back |
| Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex |
| Come on mother fucker |
| Tell me what you want to do |
| Stop playing the same shit |
| Play us too |
| What up Clue |
| Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick |
| Bang hard |
| We don’t want to hear that other shit |
| We like M.O.P. music |
| Mob and Jaheem |
| While we crushing that pussy |
| Making that C.R.E.A.M |
| Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that |
| Staten, Africa protect ya neck |
| Stand back |
| Get your hustle on |
| C block control the block |
| Everybody on the east side hold ya spot |
| Everybody on the west side make it hot |
| We don’t have to sell our soul to get to the top |
| C’mon yo |