One, two step like Ciara Throw it (shoot) like Mbaka did (blah) If the Spartans ever come to a vote And they want this guy that I've known from school Then I can't lie, I'm on him too Only we know what we been through Put my feelings aside and go Scheme on the target, wait for the green light Then let my reh-teh go Cah we pull up on folks like, "Who's?" (who?) Familiar face, then shoot (shoot) In the field, there's me or you (or you) And you (and you) and you (and you) So even if I blow in music The truth is I'll still be a goon Handlin' stuff in the field, yeah, yeah Who provides for the family too? (who?) (And they call him) Mi-Mi-Miz (Mizzy) Mac bare extravagant waps Inconspicuous tints I ride dot-dot in the back It's Naghz on the left, where Phineas sits (Phineas) One, two step like Ciara Throw it (shoot) like Mbaka did (blah) See how everybody hates Chris? That's how everbody hates Miz Used to play a game on the K Who can wet the most blades opposite? (who?) And I was a potential bae (bae) When I heard SA's on the wing (latz) That's a real legend on the K Now it's money and fame, and Brazilian tings (peng) Everybody talk about war (war) What you niggas know about war? What you know about invadin' flats Eradicate camps, and make them deport? And confidential explores (skrrt, skrrt) What you know about hangin' out whips Impeccable clips, torrential storms? Sixteen runnin' out doors (doors) Turn estates to a pond I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty" Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem don (come on) This life that we're livin' is risky Apology if it's a violent song And police might say that it's dangerous But it's entertainment, shut them gobs (shut up) Tell 'em, "Free up my my partner Savage" He did no lackin', he showed them knifes (free him) Me and him in the cell, reminiscing We sat up in prison, recappin' on rides Now remember that GG jammed on his head? That was old school pushback times She heard on the streets I'm reckless Though I ain't showed her my reckless side (Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng) And we don't realise what we're doin' to the Hearts of our loves when we do this crime (nope) But it's never in our head when we're out for revenge And we're sittin' in a car like ice (ice) Opp block, opp block, opp block That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys (swear down) O-O-Opp block That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys O-O-Opp block That's who I'm hear when I listen to guys I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty" Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem guy