[Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I'm a legend Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9-11 Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide It's suicide to test me, the iron if you press me They say the game cold but I don't know Wayne Gretzky Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect The clips' known to make a scene when I hit the set Play your cards right or hit the deck The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette Corner store carnivores Fiends schemin', "what the fuck you want a quarter for?" I make a drop off, then I order more I'm with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar And if I got the thumper, I'mma hit you with it Blood, I'm on 112 obitual with it
[Hook:] We on the avenue, we on the boulevard We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops We in the street, we in the street We in the street, we in the street
[Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Mmm, smellin' like dinner time You got a five star mill on you, give me mines And when I take it make sure you don't drop any dimes You play Magic Earvin You gon' see a black burner and a black turban That's a black mask And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag You see it's cutthroat And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews A politician don't understand a hood nigga' views You see them devils in them black and whites And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night I'm in the spot like a dalmation Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go 'head nigga taste it You know I keep them goodies in the oven Dawg it's nothin' want a dish, say somethin' Holla at me
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[Verse 3 - Spider Loc:] Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack At the meeting the homies know I press facts Can't ignore that he-say, she-say He pillow talk, what she say, he say On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen Gettin' ends tryin' not to fall completely into sin Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn You learn it won't help for you to make a U-turn Been through bullshit it only made the S better Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy Still, no hate in my spirit, see They keep my reputation like "why are you the worst" No matter how you rehearse they don't vibe through the verse Will my world wide web ever hit these fans Only God knows, it's out of 50's hands
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