Intro - Hand It Down

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

I always knew I'd make a 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 retiring

Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around

Sorry Pigg, I tried, honest

Can't go with me on this ride though

I'm calling the shots, bar's closing

Where we going to for breakfast?

Roc-A-Fella, y'all

Okay, I'm reloaded

Bringing the drama

Tryna come up in the game

On Marcy

Add a couple of dollar signs to my name

Roc-A-Fella y'all

Parched and fresh

Waiting for my day to come

Just give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek

Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street

They ain't my peep thoughs, my mind so advanced

At nine, I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those with 28 grams

On the come up tryna creep the ki's

Large niggas told me "Park the car, keep the keys"

Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's

First gun, two bullets, niggas know I do pull it

Niggas tryna kill me, dawg, who wouldn't?

Screw good and I pitch in the PJ's

Lit off the EJ, I split dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her

Last seen with Bing, he got drawn between us

Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson & Johnson

For the nonsense, who wants it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall

Man, I'm tryna come up on y'all, get one up on y'all

That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"

One week of this hustling brought a living-room set

Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins out

Copped the Jordans two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly lil' nigga

Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why, lil' 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

Waiting for my day to come

Just give me the word