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Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter Who I'm around, every hoovers want a new block These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day Thermometer high, niggas'll shoot [?] up More gunshots than in Fallujah, call it Chiraq Hundred-g lines, no tellin [?] on the mile back Get a real junkie to test the product, hold the ice pot Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind Get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days Take 25 give 'em all 3 bags Within a week you're gettin' money, the cliché Come through bumpin' your head and he say They all say that he paid And now people wondering what he made And if your weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Letras de canciones Don't let 10 miles get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage On some brewed hot shit, bitches burning bundles of sage Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut Trust no one whose sweat bands is narc IDs And run for the hills, if you hear anybody yell, freeze Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don't work That's some old school shit, like money in the mattress Bitches is actresses, just screw 'em and leave They fuck up your whole operation like Adam and Eve Don't play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops And them bags with the smily faces, get new stocks You can't run in skinny jeans, serve fiends my any means Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano You wanna check for it nigga, slide across the Verrazano Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short From Letras Mania