imma do it
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Yeah!
Feelin' just like JFK
In the city that let 'em fly like JFK (Ayy)
Sometimes LaGaurdia
I ain't gone lie to ya
If looks could kill
Then my style might body ya
That's why I'm with naudia
I call my gun naudia
When she say hi to ya
It's buh-buh-bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudi Arabia
Maybe the haters should
Watch what he say to her
You think
I can hold my head high and die
Or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Yeah!
Now who are you to tell me
How to conduct myself
Why don't you practice safe sex
And go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health (Oh-oh)
I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)
Yeah I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)
Picture me, not fly
Where's them exposures at? (Oh-oh)
Right here, on my lap (Oh-oh)
That's where my composure's at (Oh-oh)
I'm back like a gun cock
I'm so cool that
If I go to hell
All I need is my sun block
Nigga hold ya head high and die
Or live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
I mean let's be honest
You never liked a nigga
Tryna lesbian-us
So I kept the strap on
Clap off, clap on
Lights out, like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo Gallard-ed
I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless
I'm "Tin Man" heartless
No love
Hey son, lookin' for love?
Get a show on VH1
Nigga hold ya high and die
Or live and duck
My attitude is Virgins
Still don't give a fuck
The block got my back
And my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin'
Said she need more loot
Every block, every hood
Every ghetto got beef
Got a heater on my lap
And another in the back
Shit, how I’m supposed to cope
With all this stress on me?
Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me
I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)
Drop (Drop)