(feat. Malik B, Porn)


[Black Thought]

Yeah, I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere

So if you into sight seein don't visit there

It's somewhere between Jersey and Delaware

Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there

Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there

It might start but the fight never finish there

They all fucked up tryin to get the gingerbread

A few stacks be the price for a nigga's head

Cops and robbers, cowboys and indians

Clips and revolvers and George's and Benjamin's

A celebration of the loss of your innocence

To you old self you've lost any resemblance

They say the city make a dark impression

The youth just lost and they want direction

But they don't get the police, they get the protection

And walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man



[Chorus 2X]

It's in the music, turn it up let it knock

Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops

The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit

They don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid

It's all in the music [6X]



[Malik B]

It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville

It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my nine it will kill

Of course bro like crossbow, I bring the force though

Hittin your guts splittin your torso

It's colder than the North Pole livin unlawful 

I'm giving you a jawful Of somethin awful

Yo my theoretic is leaded, Will come and set it

The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics

I spit flames and get dames to get change

With pitbull bark and lock the shock

Don't bother me Och, don't you dare lie to me Och

I don't know, who's this nigga that you try to be Och

Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout

Big shit, send it for route and finish him out

Joints stiff from rigor mortis 

While we swimmin in waters, women with daughters

Will have us niggaz sinnin with orders



[Chorus 2X]