Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
 shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu
 but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
 I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on

 {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum:  "Get ready for your final thrill."}

 AZ:
 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at
 Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
 That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back
 So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat
 You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back
 Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit
 Thought I was twisted
 Beat that, been home since Christmas
 Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I.
 From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
 So nigga what now?  Got the whole game fucked now
 Who you trust now?  See you tinted up your truck now
 No need to back track, next time know who you blast at
 For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped
 Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low
 Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low
 Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12
 Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well
 Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects
 Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat
 Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out
 She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth
 On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked
 The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock
 Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right
 Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right
 Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights
 Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes
 Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price
 Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight
 All illin', navigatin' four wheelin'
 Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin'
 Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all
 Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball)

 {Tim Roth from Hoodlum:  "You're a dead fuckin' nigger!  You hear me?
 You're dead!"}
 {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."}

 CHORUS: [AZ]
 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah)
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 (get it snatched)
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at
 Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)

 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 (keep frontin')
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor)
 Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back

 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at
 Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back

 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
 {Tim Roth piece}
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at
 Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back

 I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
 Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
 Watch that, know where your moms shop at
 Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back
 (top back, top back, top back, top back..