[Chorus]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back
See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it)
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it)
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop)

Yeah
Feelin' just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayye)
Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya
If looks could kill then my style might body ya
That's why I'm with Nadia I call my gun Nadia
When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudia
Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think
I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Yeah
Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a sucka's health
I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that
Picture me not flop where is them explosives at?
Right here on my lap
That's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cock
I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block
Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck
My attitude is celibate
I don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

I mean let's be honest you never liked a nigga
Tryin to live beyond this so I kept the strap on
Clap on, clap off lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo Gallarded I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless
No love, if son lookin' for love
Get a show on VH1
Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck
My attitude is Virgin
Still don't give a fuck

[Chorus]

Written By Jackson, John David / Rahman, Khalil Abdul / Tannenbaum, D / Honeycutt, B

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group


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