I stand on the block, n***a, from the first to the third In the hand when I serve, I keep a frank, n***a, bird And where I'm from, a thousand rounds get you murked Gotta stay on high alert, n***a, *** a money machine Gotta count that paper till your hand hurt Gotta play for geeks, it ain't no love in these streets I gotta ride with a stick on the seat And walk off the head if it's beef Won't get no sleep and crush the beef I copped the biggest scrap, I'm bitchin' Keep runnin' ahead and I up that bitch Even if I don't like it, it's street one-on-one Had to make a four-way in the pirate boat, n***a, turn to me And these bitches be yellin' and screamin' whenever they see me And I get on stage with all my ice on, n***a, be lined up Bitch, I'm a superstar, bitch, gotta give me buck, I'm a dope boy Get talk, that talk, n***a, you better walk like that And I knew me and Tupac's a boss, it's from when we lost that pack And we, we took that loss and then we bounce right back Pull in the bluff on Rallo, tryna bring the 80s back I stand on the block, n***a, from the first to the third And a hand when I serve, I keep a front, n***a, bird And where I'm from, a thousand rounds get you murked Gotta stay on high alert, n***a, *** a money machine Gotta count that paper till your hand hurt Gotta play for geeks, it ain't no love in these streets Gotta ride with a stick on the seat I don't knock off the head if it's beef Won't get no sleep and crush the beef I copped the biggest scrap, I keep one in the head And I up that bitch, she ***ed like I'm Mackie Street 101 I'm goin' around with them thugs and I'm movin' them drawers I *** around, cop me a plump I was just showin' that the opposite run from the coppers I was just smashin' the doctor She said she lovin' on me when I'm ***in' on me I won't even excrete I was just smokin' my weed in the back of the beat And the streets on my beat I was just holdin' my *** down for n****s in the nine She said to bust down, got her blind, don't play with her mind Stashin' these bones all in the wood just like they were mine Fuckin' that lil' bitch for the first time, perfect timing Keepin' my scrap in the book bag Stashin' the work where I cook it The first and the third, that A on the two-pack Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I stand on the block, n****s from the first to the third In the end when I serve, I keep a frank, look at Bird And where I'm from, a thousand rhymes get you murked Gotta stay on high alert, n***a, *** a money machine Gotta count that paper to your hands Gotta play for keeps, it ain't no lovin' these streets You gotta ride with a stick on the seat You'll knock off the head of his beef Won't get no sleep and crush the beef I copped the biggest scrap, I'm fixin' to win Keep runnin' ahead and I up that bitch She ***ed like I'm lackin', street one-on-one