G, that's right, scheme, sparks, legit, freebies in, P.C. that's right, young Sparks from the backblock fucka, you don't need me, I believe this world, that's right, you want me back, Holla, that's right, gangsta, it's for the projects, for the backblock niggas, it's staying up Now I done had my issues throughout my lifetime, I did a lot of mean things, not even in my right mind Shit sometimes even at the wrong time, but gangstas, been around my generation for years So it's flowing through the bloodline, for me to send about six through one of your pricks' clothesline Up close and personal with the Glock 9, open up your sunroof and let the sun shine in on you Let that thing ring on you, I eat, sleep, live, dream this shit, believe this shit, trust me I clap one of your fucks like one of life's trustees, until the feds indict me, until your punks try to trump me But fuck it, I keep my peace with me, so come and get me, I'm bringing a few of your motherfuckers with me I'm your huckleberry, I make the block hotter than it's ever been, holla I've seen plenty fights break out, friendships break up, niggas full of depression They told on the best of us, fuck a ho for the rest of us, state prep slash rock, no you can't mess with us I've seen more thugs snitch over lower shit, I've seen more blood drip than a little bit You gon' want me back soon as a nigga blow, send it for the dough, Minnesota nigga, no Ain't nothing bout me average, awkward style like Lenny Kravitz, I peep the whole floor like I'm magic No look bullets through your cabbage, over the beef, I pour toast, nigga, let's make a sandwich I stay on my burner, speaking the truth like Sojourner, my .357 a turner Situation ugly, throwback jersey in a scully, on the corner and the rainbow's my money Sing my song till I'm gone, and when I'm gone make a remix, we keep it rockin' till they cease it The ghetto I reside, down the street from death, we takin' nine for granted, not even our breath Men of respect, walk with your vest, hand on your tech, lookin' over the shoulder, got a cramp in your neck Bare arms to the day that I'm gone, mean face on my obituary, gangsta to the day that I'm gone I've seen plenty fights break out, friendships break up, niggas from the depression They told on the best of us, a ho for the rest of us, state prep slash rock, no you can't mess with us I've seen more thugs snitch over lower shit, I've seen more blood drip than a little bit You gon' want me back, so's a nigga blow, to send him shit, but he don't, and that's all a nigga know Uh, I hate to say I told you so, but the boy with the flow is here, yeah, drownin' your ears Look, bitch, when you blow, you blow, and you roll, and you miss your hood like your best friend I'm tryna do a show, a thing, stash the dope, he on the run, he a stowaway, stash my friend I love my niggas, but never put the floors away, we put the drugs away, until this rap money go away Then we at it again, on the block with our Timbs and our skellies when we cold, and I hope I can fall back And listen to a CD of my first LP when I'm old, we live by the code 96 on up, brick snatchers, let the paper fall, and I still send shells through your window For my people who had the right time, me and you home, but for the time being, finish the song ESPN flow, free in the zone, and you wasn't part of that But you frontin' now, you want me back, and if you love her, then holla back I've seen plenty fights break out, friendships break up, niggas from the depression, they told on the best of us There's a hole for the rest of us, state prep slash rock, no, you can't mess with us I've seen more thugs snitch over lower shit, I've seen more blood drip than the low bid You gon' want me back, soon as a nigga blow, send it for the dome, and that's all a nigga know You gon' want me back, in your car In my lifetime You gon' want me back, in your car In my lifetime You gon' want me back, in your You gon' leave me One day You gon' want me back, in your car