Versuri 01. Hand It Down (Intro)

Sorry boys but all the money in the world 
Couldn't bring me back again, lay down, lay down 
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy 
All those new niggaz stop there 
 
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought 
The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last 
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper 
New improved Jay-Z, I quit, I'm retirin' 
 
Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around 
Sorry Big, I tried, honest 
Can't go with me on this ride though 
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's closing 
Where we going to for breakfast? 
Roc-a-Fella y'all 
Okay, I'm reloaded 
 
Bringin' the drama 
Tryin' to come up in the game 
Marcy had a couple of dollar signs to my name 
 
Roc-a-Fella y'all 
One of the best 
Waitin' for my day to come 
Just give me the word 
 
Nah, this ain't Jigga it's your lil' nigga Bleek 
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live from the street 
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced 
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes 
 
Peep the steez, I represent for all those 
With twenty-eight grams, on a come-up tryin' to creep the keys 
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys 
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's 
First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it 
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who wouldn't? 
 
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's 
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger 
You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her 
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us 
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the 
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it 
 
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall 
Man, I'm tryin' to come up on y'all 
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets 
From sun down to sun up on y'all 
 
Mama said, "Keep bullshittin' they'll kill you dead" 
One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set 
Went to [Incomprehensible] D's, niggaz mad, veins out 
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out 
Flashy, fly little nigga 
 
Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?" 
Bitch, please twist the trees 
Took a long pull like bitch to breathe 
That's my answer, life's like cancer 
And I'm serious 
 
Waitin' for my day to come 
Just give me the word