Im startin' to mess up on my pieces. Slackin' it but im tryinq to qo back .
My feet danglin', from the edqe of danqer. . .
I walk past you as if you were an unknown stranqer. . .
Gettin' bank maybe I can afford a Rove Ranqer, qot my sh*t so stronq it stronqer than a power ranqer.
Careful where you front foo', not in my hood,
You know the n*qqas in the blok are up to no qood,
Fear in my hood, your scared cuz' you should,
We'll run up on you suckas' cuz' we know we could. . .
We have the. . .Most Hated Crooks
Real Familia, we dont take no f*ckin' shooks
Not even n*qqas that are wanna-be-crooks. . .
Givin' em' uqly looks. . .
Enouqh about em' I told you everythin' you need to know,
So once you step in the hood, you better qo with the "Real" flow
Fasho ? I needa' know if you understood, if not then leave thru the do'