New York City, LA Thank you for tuning in At this appointed time You're listening to that Cry Nation sound You gotta love it I introduce to you The prince of the streets Riviir Holla at em New York in this bitch, let's get shit moving Strapped with my Glock cause da Teck's a nuisance Lil mama got a body tight like shoe strings But I ain't tying no knots, y'all bitches just loose ends I'm sorry, that's just how we do things Make it out da projects rapping or hooping 'Cause da streets ain't popping, feds got it tapped in New rapper out, sneaking up ya top ten Y'all niggas let da junkies and da rats in Who da fuck let da fox in New York is mine, I'm da mayor and da chief Align em snitches, spray em on da streets Find their bitches, slay em on da sheets Wack rappers, we slay em on da beats Extort da game, taking payments every week The Mexicans coming, they made it through da border With forty key of coke, moving powder La confianza lo es todo, what's due is ours The ghetto can't eat, can't chew without us Lil nigga hop out strapped with two revolvers Damn, don't do that there Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared Like damn, don't do that 'causez One more step you gon' chew that slug Like damn, we don't play that homie Let you slide once but paybacks on me Like damn, don't do that there Lil nigga don't do that there Like damn, don't do that son Lil nigga, don't do that son Like damn Still da same nigga used to stand in line for dem kicks Thirty-five mil later, thirty-five years old Run up on me in da cold, still a die for dem shits Me versus you, a lion verse a pig Growl lil' nigga Sitting in the coogie with this old Uzi Ten minutes from now getting head in a ja'causezi Cause I refuse to let da fame lose me Since a juvey bumping Juve, always spoke loosely Always told crips where I was from My hood was the news, no Connie Chung Niggas try to sling straps to me, what kinda gun I'm bout to put the glaze on a nigga like Cinnabon Told my mama I was in college, I was on da run If Nas was da God Son, then I came up under son Niggas can't fuck with me, so called rap niggas I'm benching three hundred while hearing J, Cole clap niggas The real is back nigga The Ville is back nigga But I ain't from the Ville so it's time to subtract niggas Remember me, huh! I'm the one you got your style from Get in my face you know the outcome I'm talking to the world Damn, don't do that there Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared Like damn, don't do that 'causez One more step you gon' chew that slug Like damn, we don't play that homie Let you slide once but paybacks on me Like damn, don't do that there Lil nigga don't do that there Like damn, don't do that son Lil nigga, don't do that son Like damn Bow down motherfucker, kiss da ring So much ice on my chain they call me mister, Bling Put da beam on a scope so I don't miss a thing Exchanging cream for dope then send shit to fiends From Queens to Harlem, that's how I came up For the violence in da streets, you know they gon' blame us Young kings wifing strippers, fucking da game up Now da ballers and da homeless snuffing da same stuff I'm Picasso with da bars, my pen is da paint brush A bad boy in da streets but I ain't Puff Cry Nation be da gang, I'm glad you know that Play my shit up in da club, same flow as them throwbacks Run up in ya crib, where's da dope at With some red flags niggas but da steel be pro black Penthouse in da air, million for da views Benz G Wagon putting spinners on da shoes Niggas want beef, they just dinner for da crew Sit back and roll and blunt, watching losers loose Kay da illest in da streets but getting fewer views Lyrically inclined and I murder producers too Damn, don't do that there Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared Like damn, don't do that 'causez One more step you gon' chew that slug Like damn, we don't play that homie Let you slide once but paybacks on me Like damn, don't do that there Lil nigga don't do that there Like damn, don't do that son Lil nigga, don't do that son Like damn