[Verse 1: MC Tree G]
Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred
Crazy summer, moved on up, fivers are on it
That or a shooter who I'm around, Larry Hoovers
Want a new block, these is the projects, let me screw you
Top of the day, thermometer hot, niggas'll shoot bruh
And be up, more gunshots than in Fallujah
Call it Chiraq, hundred G lines, no time to lie back
Want a Maybach, get a real junkie to test the product
Hold down your spot, warm up the pot, let it rock up
Stay on your grind, get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes
And on the weekdays, take twenty-five, give 'em all three bags
Within a week, you're gettin' money, the cliché
Come through bumpin' your head and he say
They all say that he paid, and now people wonder what he made
And if you're weak, ay, can he be robbed? Beast
See now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
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