Yeah

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Its like this nigga, yeah

Aiight before I get started spark up the Laurelton

Light up the night up, now lets get it going

To the mothafucking top, I dont mothafucking stop

Till we find life out there and setup shop

Party rocking, bottles popping at Henny and Mo

Its like 500 bitches now were having a bowl

Got a gun, screwdriver, a knife, and a shank

Plus I break face bones with my platinum rings

Its a ghetto love story Im in love with life

Of the rich and Infamous, Ferraris and Ice

Lamborghini bikes, they aint make those yet

Im still waiting for that 700 Benz

I do it for my niggas in the dead and in the pens

Just when you think this shits over

Thats when this shit begins

This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens

That New York State of Mind where youre popping em thangs

The violence dont stop

The beef dont seize

The money keep coming

The paper increases

The gun fire dont end

The people stay dying

So Im a keep living the life

You damn right

Murda, murda, the murder

Killa, killa, the killer

From Queens goddammit

Im a menace to the planet

Put your body on that asphalt, fucking asshole

Come to the hood and you aint got no passport?

He couldnt get his gun out the stash fast enough

So that nigga got his ass blasted up

Keep the Hennessy coming, and we keep lighting up

Nigga I stay sedated, thats right were not cut

From the same cloth, youre chin-chilla soft

Im brilla-pack cost, Ill take your skin off

You *edit* - rub me the wrong way

Youre a suit and tie nigga, P hoody all day

Tattoos and jewels - Mister Cartoon

And Gabriel in the district, get all my loot

Im addicted to looking fresh

Im super fly, got a bad habits for hammers

Im in love with .9s