Welcome to Nellieville, where all new borns get a half a meal Sun gets to Danderville as soon as they can reach to it And all those diamonds the size of they age One year get one Kurtz, two years get two Kurtz Three years get three Kurtz, so on into merch Nobody living average, everybody jangling Nobody living savage, everybody got change Even the paperboy with liver out the back of a ring It's not a game, it's a beautiful thing Imagine blocks and blocks and no cocaine Blocks with no gunplay Ain't nobody shot, so ain't no news that day Ain't nobody snitching, they refuse to say Every month we take a vote on whether weather should be And if we voted rain, know how wet we wanted to be And if we voted snow, know how deep we wanted to get But the sun gon' shine 99% And Nellieville I got that good dirt gas station, pour on up Give me a half an ounce of that sheen, fill it up We got straws for the bottles, outlaw the cups And we gon' make it happen, ain't no need for no luck Ain't no lotteries, no pick threes or pick twos Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew Cause the dice gon' do what the dice gon' do And if you take a life, you gon' lose yours too Ain't no trials, it's automatic You drop it right where it happened, you do unto others If you don't want it, don't do the capping Think that's cool? Forty acres and a mule, *** that Nellieville, forty acres and a pool Six bedrooms, four baths with a jacuzzi Six car garage, pavement smooth Both front and back deck, enough room to land a jet And you ain't reach the city, that's just the projects Everybody, uh, uh, now everybody You know I wanna go, please let me go I need to go, down in Nellieville I need to see what I can see Won't you and me go to New York? I wanna go so bad, I just wanna go and look Would you please take me on a mission? I just know I gotta be there No unexpected seeds, like teenage pregnancy And physical, mental attraction, your only ecstasy Your own destiny, create your own recipe If you ain't living accordingly, dirty, then you're stressing me And who are you? Who me? I'm the Mert And any problems you got, I live up Nert The house on the hill, work a metaphor When you pass by that dime, people like no stir So please There's no way, way, I, I, I could explain The way I feel right now There's no way, way, I, I, I could explain The way I feel about living in Nellieville The way I feel about living in Nellieville There's no, there's no way Way, way, way, yeah There's no, there's no way Way, way, way, yeah There's no, there's no way Way, way, way, yeah There's no, there's no way Way, way, way Way, way, way, yeah