Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone til' November
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my ******, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some ****** getting money in a town: I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like, "it's my block now, alright, kid?"
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, rang out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my *******
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm living
And this is how I'm getting, **** how I get it