Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young ***** ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging ***gats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started having ****
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke, my whole family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer 'cuz she always ***ked
Around with the big pushers
I watched *****z break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real *****z do

I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling *****z from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as ***k and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob *****z
What goes around, comes around 'cuz I end up getting shot *****

But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla

That's why I say it's in my blood 'cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs *****
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra *****