I don´t know about you ma nigga but the streets been good to me
even took a hole lot of bullshit but it made me a stronger G..
don´t know nuthin else but hood street life when it come to me..
I never thought I ever think about bitin´ the
hand that fed me... (Now)Look at me now.. (look at me man) Lookin for a way to get off the block.. (Aw) said Look at me now.. (We gonna do it man)
This life I´m livin´must stop, (Gotta stop)man Look at me now.. (Crazy man)Think about it each and every day (Its all I do)
Look at me now...(Look at me)
(Verse 1 - Norfolk Little)
Now I´ve been locked down niggaz don´t know me little goldies stay fly rockin´the gold teeth and I don´t know where you been. Hook on your 2 cents unless you live that life for follow my blueprint homie know 2 things hustle & rap
been in county I ain´t tryin to go back I´m tryin to go plat smoke that perk
and sip that 'gnac just cop me a brick I gotta get that back and hard as it look comin up try 2 dodge the hook you snitch then you get scared in the book tryin´ to find my way of the corner the old lady told me stop
performing cuz the knocks is on ya but I ain´t listen look at that boy he´s still pitchin´in his duplex new lex the rims is bitchin´ got Booker T Style a cool cat look at me smile I´m doin big things look at me now.
Stayin´here I´m just gettin´much older time to go stack back enough G's hot blocks just gettin´much colder, dodgin and duckin the police how much longer most I stand on this corner I gotta get off right away
How much longer most we sell on this corner
before they take my life away.
(verse II - Norfolk Little)
Now I dont know about you ma nigga
but a nigga doin what he gotta do ma nigga I ain´t the mayor but it´s my street too ma nigga ma man got beef it´s ma beef too ma nigga I´m tired of duckin the police Buck in the cold heat em up gettin no sleep hungry bacause I don´t eat ain´t gettin´no better I´m still on the block but I ain´t gettin´no cheddar same jeans and those sweathers
ain´t nobody tryin´ to feed me them rims is tight wish they did cuz then I have some hands to bite but I ain´t tryin´ to go that route when everythings wrong kinda feel like a storm in the black out or gettin locked up and get back out then gettin´no job out here
'less a nigga go hard in the crack house
don´t get the names wrong baby we drop bombs like napalm it's Norfolk Little & Akon