Lyrics:
A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted
Millions of dollars worth of cocaine and fentanyl taken off the streets (uh)
The indictments, crimes,
Yeah
Major League Player nigga
Nick n Wicck in this hoe
Hall of Famer level player when I be on the move
Coconut water out the shell while she
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
(no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
New loot, yeah
New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
New loot, uh, paid off
'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money
I
spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, I bust wit' a fo'-five
Lick you up
Traveling's the fun
Flashing by the countryside
Merrily we roll along, roll along
Catching at dreams
Yesterday is done
See the pretty
such a major difference
I would play with all my homies' gifts
I understood I didn't wanna trip
The lack of didn't tap my confidence
Matter fact
bitch back
Fucking my bitch by the change (change)
Want me to jump out the stage (jump out the stage)
I wanna jump in the air (yeah)
You know
peace, fuck all the opps, I support Malcolm X
The stack of chains is just a front
Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a major stunt
I don't
a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can
I've always been a major maker
Major Player
Always trying to stack that cake up
Kept a shordy by the hip
Because she kept me up and was always
to major and they lookin' frowned
Goin' shoppin', buyin' belts, even helped 'em out (helped 'em out)
You is not real, nigga, you dependin' if your loyalty
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block
Gettin dropped by cops
the mud
To new pavement
Since shit change
The game the we playing
It look like we can't win enough
Surround me by my real ones
If this ain't that
I can't
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
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