| "basically over, basically over, basically over"--raekwon (scratched my primo) | |
| The games over, feds took your range rover | |
| Your man snitched and your girl's screaming "i told ya" | |
| About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having | |
| Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they back-stabbing | |
| Laughing, talkin 'bout all ya business | |
| How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with | |
| How many guns you got, and where you go to cop | |
| You shoulda seen me coming down the block | |
| You was gettin hot, but you didn't give a fuck | |
| You make a g in a day and spend it up | |
| In a black benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up | |
| Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up | |
| ?daddy warbuck? style | |
| Chours: repeat x2 | |
| I watched niggas rise, i watched niggas fall down (fall down) | |
| I seen it all, it went down in my town (where, where?) | |
| Called queensbridge, where the fugitives live | |
| Where some rap kids (rap kids) can turn to big wigs (big wigs) | |
| My niggas rollin dice and fled | |
| Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head | |
| Now there's a price on his head | |
| For pullin out on lil bro | |
| Flashin his heat, he askin for beef | |
| Conference call, ready to brawl | |
| Caught him on a blaz'a | |
| He breathing hard like he got asthma | |
| Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster | |
| Last to the gramma i spit | |
| Told him "fuck you and whoever you get" | |
| He's like "whatever kid" | |
| Fourteen days later | |
| Whole team made they way to my block | |
| Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked | |
| Like they runnin the spot | |
| Im'a load one bullet for all of y'all | |
| You saw it on my face, war ready | |
| I'm callin the pace, its gettin more steady | |
| Don't bite what you can't chew | |
| Dumb little niggas like "that aint'choo" | |
| Yo, recognize what it coulda came to | |
| Put a whole in you, just like a navel | |
| Chorus | |
| Now keeps your eyes on | |
| Screwball, these rap dons, qb icons | |
| Play the project with a firearm | |
| Fully loaded, i keep a razor thats coroded | |
| I'll slash you with it, 'cuz every rhyme is crime committed | |
| Speak it 'cuz i did it before, i got on | |
| I ?dub? niggas moms up til they first born | |
| Til they only child, you pull car you'll get a wild | |
| One, i'm at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son | |
| A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed | |
| Broke bread off this game and i held my head | |
| You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales | |
| New guns thats watched the game, clientale | |
| Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells | |
| >from this mic to the street life, we doin this right | |
| See we swore to these streets to vibe | |
| And draw heat, fuck a peace sign | |
| A waste of time, respect my nine | |
| Chorus | |
| What'choo thought | |
| Screw holdin down th fort | |
| Primo on the track | |
| What'chall want now | |
| Its like dat | |
| Feel it for a minute |
| " basically over, basically over, basically over" raekwon scratched my primo | |
| The games over, feds took your range rover | |
| Your man snitched and your girl' s screaming " i told ya" | |
| About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having | |
| Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they backstabbing | |
| Laughing, talkin ' bout all ya business | |
| How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with | |
| How many guns you got, and where you go to cop | |
| You shoulda seen me coming down the block | |
| You was gettin hot, but you didn' t give a fuck | |
| You make a g in a day and spend it up | |
| In a black benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up | |
| Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up | |
| ? daddy warbuck? style | |
| Chours: repeat x2 | |
| I watched niggas rise, i watched niggas fall down fall down | |
| I seen it all, it went down in my town where, where? | |
| Called queensbridge, where the fugitives live | |
| Where some rap kids rap kids can turn to big wigs big wigs | |
| My niggas rollin dice and fled | |
| Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head | |
| Now there' s a price on his head | |
| For pullin out on lil bro | |
| Flashin his heat, he askin for beef | |
| Conference call, ready to brawl | |
| Caught him on a blaz' a | |
| He breathing hard like he got asthma | |
| Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster | |
| Last to the gramma i spit | |
| Told him " fuck you and whoever you get" | |
| He' s like " whatever kid" | |
| Fourteen days later | |
| Whole team made they way to my block | |
| Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked | |
| Like they runnin the spot | |
| Im' a load one bullet for all of y' all | |
| You saw it on my face, war ready | |
| I' m callin the pace, its gettin more steady | |
| Don' t bite what you can' t chew | |
| Dumb little niggas like " that aint' choo" | |
| Yo, recognize what it coulda came to | |
| Put a whole in you, just like a navel | |
| Chorus | |
| Now keeps your eyes on | |
| Screwball, these rap dons, qb icons | |
| Play the project with a firearm | |
| Fully loaded, i keep a razor thats coroded | |
| I' ll slash you with it, ' cuz every rhyme is crime committed | |
| Speak it ' cuz i did it before, i got on | |
| I ? dub? niggas moms up til they first born | |
| Til they only child, you pull car you' ll get a wild | |
| One, i' m at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son | |
| A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed | |
| Broke bread off this game and i held my head | |
| You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales | |
| New guns thats watched the game, clientale | |
| Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells | |
| from this mic to the street life, we doin this right | |
| See we swore to these streets to vibe | |
| And draw heat, fuck a peace sign | |
| A waste of time, respect my nine | |
| Chorus | |
| What' choo thought | |
| Screw holdin down th fort | |
| Primo on the track | |
| What' chall want now | |
| Its like dat | |
| Feel it for a minute |
| " basically over, basically over, basically over" raekwon scratched my primo | |
| The games over, feds took your range rover | |
| Your man snitched and your girl' s screaming " i told ya" | |
| About those over the shoulder boulders that you be having | |
| Niggas smile in ya face, behind yo' back they backstabbing | |
| Laughing, talkin ' bout all ya business | |
| How much you got to score with, to niggas you went to war with | |
| How many guns you got, and where you go to cop | |
| You shoulda seen me coming down the block | |
| You was gettin hot, but you didn' t give a fuck | |
| You make a g in a day and spend it up | |
| In a black benz tinted up, pound of weed twist it up | |
| Henny pourin out ya cup, livin it up | |
| ? daddy warbuck? style | |
| Chours: repeat x2 | |
| I watched niggas rise, i watched niggas fall down fall down | |
| I seen it all, it went down in my town where, where? | |
| Called queensbridge, where the fugitives live | |
| Where some rap kids rap kids can turn to big wigs big wigs | |
| My niggas rollin dice and fled | |
| Braggin to the nigga with the slice in his head | |
| Now there' s a price on his head | |
| For pullin out on lil bro | |
| Flashin his heat, he askin for beef | |
| Conference call, ready to brawl | |
| Caught him on a blaz' a | |
| He breathing hard like he got asthma | |
| Choice words he spoke, headed for disaster | |
| Last to the gramma i spit | |
| Told him " fuck you and whoever you get" | |
| He' s like " whatever kid" | |
| Fourteen days later | |
| Whole team made they way to my block | |
| Young bucks with guns tucked and cocked | |
| Like they runnin the spot | |
| Im' a load one bullet for all of y' all | |
| You saw it on my face, war ready | |
| I' m callin the pace, its gettin more steady | |
| Don' t bite what you can' t chew | |
| Dumb little niggas like " that aint' choo" | |
| Yo, recognize what it coulda came to | |
| Put a whole in you, just like a navel | |
| Chorus | |
| Now keeps your eyes on | |
| Screwball, these rap dons, qb icons | |
| Play the project with a firearm | |
| Fully loaded, i keep a razor thats coroded | |
| I' ll slash you with it, ' cuz every rhyme is crime committed | |
| Speak it ' cuz i did it before, i got on | |
| I ? dub? niggas moms up til they first born | |
| Til they only child, you pull car you' ll get a wild | |
| One, i' m at the bottom of the struggle tryin to rise son | |
| A wise one, step ahead, keep my fam fed | |
| Broke bread off this game and i held my head | |
| You want details, then lets negotiate crack sales | |
| New guns thats watched the game, clientale | |
| Yo we rock well, we keep our name ringin bells | |
| from this mic to the street life, we doin this right | |
| See we swore to these streets to vibe | |
| And draw heat, fuck a peace sign | |
| A waste of time, respect my nine | |
| Chorus | |
| What' choo thought | |
| Screw holdin down th fort | |
| Primo on the track | |
| What' chall want now | |
| Its like dat | |
| Feel it for a minute |
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