[Garland Jeffreys]
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
{*car tires peeling out*}
[Angie Martinez & Jadakiss]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B (Uh, uh uh)
When it drops it's game over, you'll see (Yo, yo)
Introducing, Jadakiss (Yo) and Styles P (Yo, yo), where you at?
[Verse 1: Jadakiss, Styles P, Both]
Know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggas wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a Glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggas bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sickin' the pit
On a fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
Like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin motherfuckers outta they shoes, what?
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
{*car tires peeling out*}
[Angie Martinez & Jadakiss]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B (Uh, uh uh)
When it drops it's game over, you'll see (Yo, yo)
Introducing, Jadakiss (Yo) and Styles P (Yo, yo), where you at?
[Verse 1: Jadakiss, Styles P, Both]
Know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggas wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a Glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggas bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sickin' the pit
On a fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
Like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' blowin motherfuckers outta they shoes, what?
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