[Produced by J. Period]
[Intro]
Where them gangster at
Where them dimes at
(J. Period)
[Verse: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car we got the Streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[Intro]
Where them gangster at
Where them dimes at
(J. Period)
[Verse: Nas]
This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk of the car we got the Streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
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