Letras
Yeah nigga, N.O
Philly, Philly, yup
CMB, 100
I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place
First we struggled then we hustled 'til the paper got straight
Copped weight, plates got scraped
Still we chopped it up and bagged the 12 12's, five eighths
24/7 On my king shit, no half steppin'
For protection kept a weapon on waist
We grind hard if we happen to catch a charge too
Lawyers Frank Spina, Lou Savino on the case
They, spent that then we straight
I'm a neighborhood legend, Benz wagon with that hatchback
That was way back, before the contract
My right hand had a rare act legend
Then we stayed smokin' reefer, had the marijuana sessions
We had y'all bitches gettin' high, catchin' contact
Any problem with you guys, nickel nine that
Bring my hood everywhere I'm at, I define reppin'
We from the bottom now we shinin' with jewels
We keep on grindin' and we rhyme like we got somethin' to prove
But don't follow me, follow my moves youngin'
Don't follow me, follow my moves youngin'
Yeah, we from the bottom and we grind with tools
Make money every day, candy paint with jewels nigga
Don't follow me, follow my moves youngin'
Don't follow me, follow my moves youngin'
Fresh paint, pearl '40, hundred racks on the Harley
On the grind every day, big mansions and Ferraris
Uptown nigga where it all started
Big money, big guns out the hallway
Hit the hood in somethin' new, stuntin' every day
Blowin' purple haze, with a hundred K
With a hundred Bs, all stackin' cheese
YM, CMB
With the Louie frames, with the curtains back
In the new Phantom, star life, laid back
Bar rich, hood rich
Cash Money, more shit
MOB, UPT
Spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seats
Project life, cats and fleas
Hundred mill, is what we eat
We from the bottom now we shinin' with jewels