I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouth   I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house   Cop coke strap it to the waist of they spouse   I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about   Got a deal I don't know what perpetrating about   Got big guns dog, one pop and you out   Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth   While I lean back geeking how she loving my house   Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about   'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouth   And when u hear that (moan) he kicking you out   Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about      [Spade:]   Ayo   They wanna flip me   Bounce me   Half and quarter ounce me   Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me   Hit me four five rubber grip me   Them hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six me   Dimes wanna twist me   Nah you can't kiss me   Go 'head with the mo' at the bar    You better Cris me   Baby blue 528 doing sixty   Cuttin' swiftly    Duckin' fifty   Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky   Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly   The streets shifty   So I keep my tool   If yo ass wanna live you better keep your cool   Motherfucker      [Cam'Ron:]   Yo, Yo,    Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast   Everybody smart in math   Loan sharks with cash   Running from the narks and task   Streets arts and craft ?   Come on I start to laugh   Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass   Now a nigga paid out    suede couch   I'm into hooded things   Bitch butt be way out   These cats be Hecliff   When I come around they play mouse   Mickey and Minnie   Jerry from Tom   Heavy in arms   In front of bam bam   Hanna Barbara lover   Collar big    Cotton candy blue gators polishment   Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment   We pour it on 'em   Meet a snitch throw wall off on em   Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble   If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double   Guns double tecks   Hoes double sex   Accountant handle my money but I double check   Bubble lex   Ain't too much more I care about   Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse    Clear it out    L's with my liquor   Sounds sew a helluva whisper   Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her   Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener   Business sale a few differ   Nigga pelican slippers   Mommy is senseless   Get my moola I'm conscientious   Tell Medi she buy me benzes   Pour favor   Harlem mamma poor   We fell off but back on nigga time to ball   Hung 45th and Lennox    3 piece suit bean pies the final call   Gun up in the spinal cord   I got no time for y'all   We 8 digets you play frigate   Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits   Around us straight midgets   Jewels we keep frozen   Y'all keep dozing   The wolf in sheeps clothes and    Streets buzzing V dozen   Bitches calling me husband   Saying we fuck when we wasn't    Lying on her coochie   I'm dyin for a hoochie   With an iron for a boobie   Casino style diamonds in the doopey   But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie   But need work    Plate of a kind   If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9    Don't waste up my time    You racing for shine    Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy   If you quit your job and go be a paper boy   Cars swoop buck fifty   Gun shoot buck fifty   Bear facts ? buck fifty   Air Max buck fifty   Only New York nigga to fuck with me   On her period blood sticky   Same night flood missy   Play Toronto like Doug Christy   Fuck Christy   Louie the 13   Slugs with me    Gimme head   Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head   But my day is Friday   Toast for my bread   Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig   In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head