Yeah, Scott Storch      [The Game]   Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion   Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms   My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister   Red and curly and she wake me up early   Cus hustlers hit the block when police change shifts   New York, California different toilet, same shit   In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands   Still toast cinnamon   Been gangster way before he dropped many men   Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like?   Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy   Him and Montega Jada our style superior to haters   You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters   Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered up   Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom   I be out in Atlanta and body tapping I'm probably strapped   Toast it up niggas      [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]   All my hoods on the real dark side of the track   No sunny sky's just really black   We live real down here, Lord let us live   No playing around here, Lord let us live   Don't hate my hood just hate my shine   We coming out we on our grind   We live real down here, Lord let us live   We coming outta here, Lord let us live      [The Game]   Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?   Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door   Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan   What the fuck them faggots saying?   Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand   Take 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro van   Banging was the blueprint money was the master plan   Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins   Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then   Head to the barbershop to get chopped up   Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up   Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up   Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust   Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement   Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift   Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick   And don't save shit      [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]   All my hoods on the real dark side of the track   No sunny sky's just really black   We live real down here, Lord let us live   No playing around here, Lord let us live   Don't hate my hood just hate my shine   We coming out we on our grind   We live real down here, Lord let us live   We coming outta here, Lord let us live      Lord knows that money don't matter   Lord knows that status is badder   Lord knows about the hood I live in   He's taking away but he's giving   Now don't give me these cars   Don't give me these mansions   Don't hate me just let me ride, Lord just give me light      [The Game]   I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P   That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze   And my legacy will never be that of a hater   Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers   It's the return of Gandhi   Criminal minded city behind me   Put it on my face to remind me   Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice   My first album sent you life   I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre   No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base   I had to steal third motherfucker that's my word   There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb   I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas   I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas   Like Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good   Mothafuckas make way      [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]   All my hoods on the real dark side of the track   No sunny sky's just really black   We live real down here, Lord let us live   No playing around here, Lord let us live   Don't hate my hood just hate my shine   We coming out we on our grind   We live real down here, Lord let us live   We coming outta here, Lord let us live      [The Game]   Is that Michelle Chrisette   Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride   '08 to infinity   California, New York   Scott Storch, Scott Storch...