LYRICS:

Classic shit ya uh

Hot talk new nigga on the block

Seen the money change hand from the little white rock

Southern Cali them downtown blocks

Dead people in the alley the game don’t stop

Or wait around for any of us you better be ready to bust

Just like Billy the kid nigga that’s my kinfolk

Get gone off the Hen and we been smoking

Toking leaving West Oakland

Bailing on the Bay Bridge bumping some Bay shit

Illegally intoxicated nigga we wasted

Fucked up nigga fill up my cup

Rolling 22 inch dubs down O’farrell to the strip club

Step inside and see the pretty women grinning

They let the Infinite in it ‘cause they know that I’m winning 

And uh she loves it when I’m stroking

Coming straight out of Oakland

This is for my niggaz in the ghetto blocks

One hand on the block and a pocket full of rocks

Making that money while you bounce to this

All my niggaz that be doing that Gangsta Shit

I’m a hustler got the game on lock

Standing on the block never talking to the cops

I’m making my money while I run this shit

All my niggaz that be bumping that Gangsta Shit

Get gone once again it’s on

Back to the town no place like home

187 on a under trying to tell on me

‘Cause every nigga in my family got a felony

Except me I just plan the crime

Never leave no evidence I’m the mastermind

So ain’t no sense in asking who made the beat

Nigga my game is official like the major league

living in the ghetto where the streets ain’t pretty

Welcome to the real life new jack city

Back when Johnson had no answers

We all came together and formed the Panthers

Cu double Infinite fast as lightning on the beat 

Turn this up and let my niggaz go hyphy in the street

I kneel and I pray lord watch my step

Yea though I walk through the shadow of death

This is for my niggaz in the ghetto blocks

One hand on the block and a pocket full of rocks

Making that money while you bounce to this

All my niggaz that be doing that Gangsta Shit

I’m a hustler got the game on lock

Standing on the block never talking to the cops

I’m making my money while I run this shit

All my niggaz that be bumping that Gangsta Shit

I got up off the block planting seeds in the dirt

Let the fiend hold the work in case the D’s try to jerk

I got no love for niggaz that be acting like bitches

Niggaz doing dirt get caught and start snitching 

I’m walking through he 10-6 turf stomping

Them Oakland niggaz his just like Compton

Niggaz is loving this dope style 

So everybody come and listen to some pimping for a while

I’m never hesitant bust till’ it’s empty

A pocket full of dead presidents represent me

And you pressing your luck trying to fuck with us

But
I bet you niggaz duck when the 40 cal. bust

Seen the South Bronx when I was 10 and it became clear

I been an M.C. over 16 years

So let the box chev ride

As I take a little trip to the eastside

What you smoking

Coming straight out of Oakland

This is for my niggaz in the ghetto blocks

One hand on the block and a pocket full of rocks

Making that money while you bounce to this

All my niggaz that be doing that Gangsta Shit

I’m a hustler got the game on lock

Standing on the block never talking to the cops

I’m making my money while I run this shit

All my niggaz that be bumping that Gangsta Shit

\niggaz doing that Gangsta Shit

Standing on the block

Gangsta Shit