Intro - Hand It Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Pain In Da Ass] Sorry, boysBut all the money in the world couldn't bring me back againLay down, lay downGonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on MarcyAlways knew I'd make a stop thereBut a lot later than a whole gang of people thoughtThe last of the real hustlers... well, maybe not the lastBleek's gonna be a good rapperNew, improved Jay-Z – I quitI'm retiring, ain't enough money in this game to keep me aroundSorry, Big, I tried – honestCan't go with me on this ride though, I'm calling the shotsThe bar's closing, where we going to for breakfast?Roc-A-Fella, y'all OKAY, I'M RELOADED! [Bridge] "Bringing the drama""Trying to come up in the game" "Marcy" "Add a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-A-Fella, y'all" "One of the best!" "Waiting for my day to come""Just give me the word" [Verse: Memphis Bleek] Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street Game, I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine, I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all thoseWith 28 grams, on a come-up, trying to creep the keys Large niggas told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun, two bullets, niggas know I do pull it Niggas trying to kill me, dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the E.J., I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us – shit is constant That's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson For the nonsense, who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man, I'm trying to come up on y'all, get one up on y'all That's why I hustle in these streets, from sundown to sunup on, y'all Mama said, "Keep bullshitting, they'll kill you dead" One week of this hustling, bought a living room set Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins outCopped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little nigga Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why little nigga?" Bitch please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like, "Bitch, to breathe" That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious [Outro] "Waiting for my day to come" "Just give me the word"