Tryin' to tell you man
I'm going up in there
I'm gonna dig into *****s pockets
Lord Tariq, Lord Tariq

[Incomprehensible]

Either you be real or you be dead
Hit a killer, be a killer, that's the rules to this game
In the court of the law with let *****s that feel ya
They know cat dealers

But with some new ****, like Clue ****, we strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
**** the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route and that's what that's about, understand?

I wan't cans in hand, this **** is real, never phony
Don't come short with my money
I'll only tell you once Tony
Don't ***k me, don't you ever try to ***k me

If so, trust me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
***k a ***** I wan't the world [Incomprehensible]

Keeping feds of my *** I gotta think fast
'Cause black man white town, you know, this **** won't last
We try to bumble like ***, stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

Now if the good die young
Then what the ***k that makes me?
And who the ***k are you to **** me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love

The thugs holdin' it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got techs
Headin' straight for your chest
Feel me on this, my word is priceless

You can't pawn this, I might diss drop jewels
The way I cop jewels, the way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influence, what's a ***** to do a murder
Type of **** you never heard of

From jimbos to fat burger on some last long ****
I be doing this forever like that ***** Von Zeil
Plus, I calm ****, I bomb ****, I had a lot of Brooklyn *****s
Sayin', 'Yeah them Bronx *****s they get down'

So hold your heat up, and move fast, you got to keep up
Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what
***** peep up, talkin' to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend when my nine talks

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

I peep the devil screamin' BK 'cause I rock for B.I.G.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap since I pack, used to be in p***in' for crack
Molka types of lid with a p***in' for stacks

Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun, killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy

Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair line back, do what the con do
I warned you and sworn no talkin'
Bring the thing out, got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out

Animal instinct, blood type is thoroughbreed
Run with thorough heads, leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the Bronx, poor Kane, Lord Tariq and Clue

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers, *****s and ****ks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get
So heads up, guns ****, don't get rocked to this

DJ Clue, Professional
Roc-A-Fella