Hear me, see me.
Welcome to
Soundview
Projects,
Bronx,
New
York, 10473.
Intersection action, ribs touching.
New gutter snipes replacing the old
Dutchman.
Loose mommies fucking,
they definite landmines.
Dudes with no right,
hustle throwing gang signs.
Emptying new evas,
broke and underpaid.
Fighting federal cases with legal aids.
The unlit stage tonight,
performing live.
Desires to eat could get you in a 8x5.
I smell, feel, touch, and taste their hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs so
they blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes,
facing
the felony
These niggas wanna be pistol
peed without
the penalties
His last words promised me
this much in depth
Don't let my boy grow up
to retrace my steps
Minna, stay safe, move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition,
get an inch from they face with it
Later amigo, digest the data indiscreetly
Sex, money, and balls, my ties to him, he
see me
True feeling, face covered,
driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when
push comes to shove
It's said that grown men
lay on their prey
Took shots in the street,
came back and made up for that
With that white sheet,
revenge is best served cold
Get it the same way you give it, this ain't fair
I just need to get away with it
So to stop moving,
yeah, you're looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y 'all like you
call this the drug game
Grandchild of
Jose
Sims, put the heroin in
Queens
Foot pops
Freeman on in the early 70s
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting three feet off of the floor
Cover the smell of the fraud
Chess moves like
Barksdale, my connect's untimely
King
Henry from 12th
Street flooded the
Bronx in the 90s
03, same
MVP in one accord
Boss makes decision, paper wins awards
See me, hear me
Welcome to
Brooklyn,
New
York
City, 11206
Roosevelt
Projects,
Wild
Rose,
Ward of the
Plain
Son, you know what it is
From the moment you
come over the bridge
And if you don't ride with me,
I'ma show you some shit
I'ma show you how my niggas
stay show on the mix
I'ma show you where
the pain and the poetry is
Get her young and spend a lot
of time alone in the crib
B .T. on the screen,
walls are supposed to be big
Hustlers getting dough,
sitting low on the 6
Blazing up the
Ambro, a glow over they wrist
Top in the game, no one to risk
Still down to load up their clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the chip
But when you hear head crack,
it ain't no rolling again
Snatch the dice and everything
you want is going to them
This is how it happens,
good people, bad habits
Diabetics, crack addicts, asthmatics
Searching for the truth,
leaping through the holy tablet
The
Bible, the
Qur 'an, and the
Ten
Crack
Commandments
Speak on it,
God, what's today's mathematics?
The five -day forecast, the
Dow
Jones
Average
The price of beer, cigarettes,
bread, milk, and
Pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
The streets keep callin',
it's hard not to answer
Ain't no my government,
my attribute, my awe
So it's only natural I holler,
blacken, respawn
Brooklyn,
stand up and make them all sit down
I call with no hurry, do not fuck around
That's what it is
All day, that's what it is niggas,
official or past, that's how it is niggas,
BXBK, live
all day, get with it, grown man business.
