Letras de Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry boys

But all the money in the world couldn′t bring me back again

Lay down, lay down

Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
I always knew I'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought

The last of the real hustlers
Well, maybe not the last
Bleek′s gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z
I quit, I'm retiring
Ain't enough money in this game to keep me around

Sorry Pigg, I tried, honest
Can′t go with me on this ride though
I′m calling the shots, bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-A-Fella, y′all

Okay, I'm reloaded

Bringing the drama
Tryna come up in the game
On Marcy
Add a couple of dollar signs to my name
Roc-A-Fella y′all
Parched and fresh
Waiting for my day to come
Just give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it′s your lil' nigga Bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street
They ain't my peep thoughs, my mind so advanced
At nine, I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those with 28 grams
On the come up tryna creep the ki′s

Large niggas told me "Park the car, keep the keys"
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D′s
First gun, two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas tryna kill me, dawg, who wouldn't?
Screw good and I pitch in the PJ′s
Lit off the EJ, I split dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that owe me cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got drawn between us

Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson & Johnson
For the nonsense, who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man, I′m tryna come up on y'all, get one up on y′all

That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said, "Keep bullshittin′, they′ll kill you dead"
One week of this hustling brought a living-room set
Went to Tom D's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly lil′ nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like, "Why, lil' nigga?"
Bitch, please, twist the trees
Took a long pull like, "Bitch, to breathe"
That′s my answer, life's like cancer

And I′m serious

Waiting for my day to come
Just give me the word