Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Front of the Buildings , by - Messy Marv. Release date: 08.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In Front of the Buildings |
| I’m just sayin' though nigga, I fuck with Detroit niggas, nigga |
| Detroit niggas get money nigga |
| This nigga Obie Trice all at the radio station nigga in my city nigga |
| Hollin' that gay shit nigga! |
| You know i’m talkin' bout nigga? |
| This gangsta where I’m at nigga, Fillmoe! |
| nigga! |
| You understand me boy? |
| Yeah' I’d advice you get lil like Wayne when you come to this thang |
| I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang |
| Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam |
| Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!) |
| See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a |
| million |
| Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone, until one enter just shatter your dome, |
| motherfucka |
| Okay, what you wanna do (What?) My money dirty (What!) |
| Fuck some twenty-two's, bitch I’m tryna ride thirties |
| I keep the set crunked, of tha shit punked |
| Ride around knockin' and it ain’t from the trunk |
| I’m clappin' Calico’s, I got hella clothes |
| Scalen, Sean John, Akademiks and Girbauds |
| In this bitch leanin', makin' wrists gleamin' |
| I’m on that other level, but you might not know the meanin' (You don’t know?) |
| Mama I’m grown now, on my own now |
| Ya lil son done came up 'n' sellin' zones now |
| Ya boy keep a wetter, a pocket full of cheddar |
| A Coogi skully my nigga, matchin' the Coogi sweater |
| You see my blades choppin' this nigga balla blockin' |
| Ride through the land of funk, where snitch is not an option (Fillmoe) |
| You get your shit cracked, you get that bitch smacked |
| When I pull of young niggas be like, he did that? |
| I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang |
| Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam |
| Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!) |
| See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a |
| million |
| Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, |
| motherfucka |
| Okay, I tried to go to school (What?) But it wasn’t for me (What?) |
| I killed some punk I’m tryna count money |
| We ride in front of housin' nigga baloonin' high () |
| Out grittin' at Denali playin' X-Box |
| I’m just sayin' though, shit I could make it schnow |
| Cuz holla at me if you ain’t gettin' what you payin' fo' |
| I keep a bad bopper, that show a gangsta love |
| We call 'em boppers 'cause they all through the strip club |
| Me and my niggas real, you and guys fakin' |
| What you know about the side show (Skrrt) Gassin' 'n' brakin' (Skrrt) out in |
| East Oakland (Skrrt) |
| What about them low bottoms, it’s real gangstas from San Francisco |
| You know about em? |
| Nigga, the bay grittin' shit is like the South |
| Niggas on the corner, with gold all up in they mouth |
| Gangstas without the gator’s, playin' with AK’s |
| We can talk shit now and smoked you later |
| I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang |
| Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam |
| Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!) |
| See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a |
| million |
| Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, |
| motherfucka |
| I was like daamn homie? |
| You on shady records you the man homie! |
| Nigga you know I’m lyin'! |
| The city. |
| Who gon' save ya nigga? |
| Eminem? |
| Obie y’all need real gangsta niggas fuckin' with him (Huh?) |
| The east familiar to me, when I touch I see gutter |
| Project buildin’s, and C-Gutta (Free C-Gutta) |
| I’m ridin' through Harlem, hoppin' out budda' |
| I put my dick in your sister 'n' slap your little brother |
| Representin' the eighties in my thowback rides |
| Yellow diamonds, Jesus, no thowback Ice (Wooh) |
| You a lil ass nigga named Obie Trice |
| I’ll make a line with your signin' bonus and snort that twice |
| The streets will tell you right off, you ain’t that nice |
| Interscope’s tax write-off you ain’t their type (Uh uh) |
| Plus the hoods in L.A. be like Obie ain’t hot |
| The bloods nigga in Compton, and the Crips in Watts |
| I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang |
| Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam |
| Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!) |
| See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a |
| million |
| Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, |
| motherfucka |