[Verse 1: (?)]Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosieIts lounging low return of the O.GHigh grade smoker, .38 toasterBuilding one-six-ooh wanted on the posterCome (?) get beat down and broke upI'm in the city where the homeless liveBC, G's beat, throw a stone don't playFly high cover you hoodMy brother is goodNiggas who want a ziggaI wish you niggas front like (?) ain't got yall pictureTake a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle(?) and get cracked in the head with a bottleYou know my mottoI'm right here standing firm(?) I blam on him he put a hand on himListen to the words I speakI could care lessIf you had a vest or even work in the streets[Hook: Cappadonna]We gon' put our feet togetherWe gon' ease on down the roadEase on down, ease on down the roadWe gon' put our feet togetherWe gon' ease on down the roadEase on down, ease on down the road[Verse 2: Cappadonna]We keep the streets jumpingBeats is pumpingSport mad ice onYo New York (?)Usher on the radioNe-Yo and all themSuit you upYour pants got tight at the anklePink New York fitted, we say no thank youMister Rogers, radio waveJay-Z come through whole face shaved50 Cent got the industry selling us crackYo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it backHip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster FlexCome on mother fuckerTell me what you want to doStop playing the same shitPlay us tooWhat up CluePeace to Doug E. and Slick RickBang hardWe don't want to hear that other shitWe like M.O.P. musicMob and JaheemWhile we crushing that pussyMaking that C.R.E.A.MGrafitti writer (?) rhymes like thatStaten, Africa protect ya neckStand backGet your hustle onC block control the blockEverybody on the east side hold ya spotEverybody on the west side make it hotWe don't have to sell our soul to get to the topC'mon yo
