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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fabolous
Künstler:in
DJ Khalil
Schlagzeug-Programmierung
Danny Keyz
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Jackson
Komponist:in
Khalil Rahman
Komponist:in
Daniel Tannenbaum
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Khalil
Produzent:in
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mischtechniker:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mischtechniker:in
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
I got a heater on my lap and another in the back
See how I'm supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama calling feds on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, drop, drop, drop
[Verse 2]
Yeah, feelin just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK
Sometimes LaGuardia, I ain't gonna lie to ya
If looks could kill then my style might bother ya
That's why I'm with Nadia
I call my gun Nadia
Once she say hi to ya
It's buh buh bye to ya
Make it sound like Saudia
Arabia, maybe the
Haters should watch what he say to her
You think I could hold my head high or I can live and duck
I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama tripping said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater in my lap and another in the back
See how I'm supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama calling feds on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
I got money on my head but I'm riding in a drop, drop, drop, drop
[Verse 4]
Yeah, now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself
Why don't you practice safe sex and go fuck yourself
The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a sucker's health
I could have told you that, yeah I could have told you that
Picture me, not flop where is them explosives at?
Right here on my lap
That's where my composure's at
I'm back like a gun cock
I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block
**** hold your head high and die or live and duck
My attitude is celibate, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 5]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama tripping said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater in my lap and another in the back
See how I'm supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama calling feds on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
I got money on my head but I'm riding in a drop, drop, drop, drop
[Verse 6]
I mean let's be honest
You never liked a ****
Trying to live beyond this
So I kept the strap on, Clap on
Clap off, lights out like flights out
You could be departed
Never me who started
I Lambo Gallarded, I am vehically challenged
That means the car is retarded
But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless
No love, if son looking for love
Get a show on VH1
**** hold your head high and die or live and duck
My attitude is virgin, still don't give a fuck
[Verse 7]
The block got my back, and my boys do too
And my baby mama tripping said she need more loot
Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef
Gotta heater in my lap and another in the back
See how I'm supposed to cope with all this stress on me
Everybody and their mama calling feds on me
I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it
I got money on my head but I'm riding in a drop, drop, drop, drop
Written by: Daniel Tannenbaum, John Jackson, Khalil Rahman