[ Featuring Conductor Williams ]
(Conductor, we have a problem)ayy
It's mafia, what else?
(Whole lot of gang shit) yeah
It's Action
Jackson (the one and only)
Yeah
Let's get it (uh-uh, uh)
I can't stress it enough
It's 227 'til a nigga fade to black (uh-huh)
Made it back in one piece
Eighty racks in one week off a field goal (I swear)
I kicked it with a three and it still sold
Young at heart, but all that runnin' the street made me feel old
(Where we at?)
Was taught to always be the message I bring
Pulled the sword from the stone
Some niggas'll never be king (uh-uh)
Could never compete
They know the flow is rather unique (Blocks)
I kept the receipts
Most of these niggas never was street (let's get it)
Forever some curves
Your bitch know that I never was hers (uh)
Since I jumped off the porch, been ahead of the curb
'Rex in the sink, this shit look like it took me at the altar
Quarter brick of girlie
Cuttin' up a cookie on the saucer (what else?)
Stormin' on the dice, full force, I'm like a tidal wave
Owe my auntie Adrien for me shortin' out her microwave
227-50-Z, niggas know we thick as thieves (gang)
Real street niggas, never ratted, never bit the cheese (not at all)
The first brick I ever touched was the worst brick (uh-huh)
I always shook the plug hand with a firm grip (it's on)
Knew I wanted to be the man when I turned six
Been havin' murder on my mind since they murked Rick (let's get it)
Got it out my system after I pulled that first skit (where we at?)
The first trip I ever took, we had to work shifts
Still expectin' me out, a nigga still ain't learn shit
Just some of the things that I had to come to terms with (joke's on you, Jack)
Three hundred racks in the duffy, I breed puppies
Three thousand dollar PA leather, I feel like T-Stuckey (what up, gang?)
The last dime, fifteen for a halftime
Sold dope all of my life, I used to rap as a pastime (where we at?)
When it come to f*ckin' with women
Street life and this money I'm gettin' (it's Blocks)
Shit, you know me, I like the fast kind (skrrt)
Many got left hung out to dry, even strung out
Seen others have a twenty year run out of one house (yeah)
Before them papers came, was fightin' floaters like a paper plane
Know I been through worse, why I can't complain (the Jack God)
Take the game with a grain of salt by the tablespoon (uh)
Fiends dancin' to the beat of my drum was my favorite tune (let's get it)
Lady Petunia on the corner, my busy team (ayy)
Nigga play with that tuna, we gon' blow him to smithereens (brrt)
Learned how to peddle drugs 'fore I learned how to ride a bike (uh-huh)
Blow strong as a quarter stick, signin' out J.J. "Dynomite" (Blockworks)
The first brick I ever touched was the worst brick
I always shook the plug hand with a firm grip
Knew I wanted to be the man when I turned six
Been havin' murder on my mind since they murked Rick
Got it out my system after I pulled that first skit
The first trip I ever took, we had to work shifts
Still expectin' me out, a nigga still ain't learn shit
Just some of the things that I had to come to terms with
