Toure Steven Hawkins
[Intro]
Nino Uzi's made in Harlem
I mean, not one of us in here
Ooze a poppy field
This thing is bigger than Nino Brown
This is big, big
[Chorus]
I say you the realest nigga breathin' while I'm lookin' in the mirror
You ain't slide when brodie died, it make me look at niggas weird
If I catch you on that island, we gon' make you disappear
We gon' hawk em, Stephen Hawking, put that nigga in the chair
I lost some of my favorite niggas, that shit make my heart ache
Hop out on that side block, just make sure the car's straight
You with us, we like insurance, bro, this shit like Allstate
We ain't flyin', shit, we drivin', bring them blicks to your state
[Verse 1]
Countin' money, tryin' to use my knee to hold the wheel straight
It's like ever since I lost my brother, I don't feel straight
We left, niggas, scare street, ain't pop out of your street
Super humble, anytime I hit big, the mirror fake
I don't need no wifey, I just want you to roll the weed for me
Tryin' to hold your pussy hostage, get down on your knees for me
Bro, this shit like hopscotch, they steppin' on the floor for me
Shit, I ain't around, spin around, get some more for me
Shit, I bet that paper make 'em open that back door for me
Shit, I bet that paper make your bitch turn to a whore for me
Shit, I make some money, make some money, make some more for me
Did it on my own, ain't not a nigga made a course for me
[Chorus]
I say you the realest nigga breathin' while I'm lookin' in the mirror
You ain't slide when brodie died, it make me look at niggas weird
If I catch you on that island, we gon' make you disappear
We gon' hawk em, Stephen Hawking, put that nigga in the chair
I lost some of my favorite niggas, that shit make my heart ache
Hop out on that side block, just make sure the car's straight
Be with us, we like insurance, bro, this shit like Allstate
We ain't flyin', shit, we drivin', bring them blicks to your state
[Verse 2]
Bro, this 223, I hit the engine, make the car stop
It's like once you mention bro, I wanna see your heart stop
Three hoes in a row, I'm Saint Nick on hard block
Ready to swap out that bitch whole body like a car shop
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Ready to kick them bitches up
Tell them D they at the airport, go pick them bitches up
Tell the guys pay attention, you can't f..ck the mission up
'Cause I'm ready to drop some jewels, tell them niggas listen up
Stay focused, I been movin' like the coaches
I could take you out the game and hang your jersey up and post it
Don't nobody shoot back, you gotta get a little closer
Ain't nobody die yet, then shit, I'm sendin' a little closer
[Chorus]
I say you the realest nigga breathin' while I'm lookin' in the mirror
You ain't slide when brodie died, it make me look at niggas weird
If I catch you on that island, we gon' make you disappear
We gon' hawk em, Stephen Hawking, put that nigga in the chair
I lost some of my favorite niggas, that shit make my heart ache
Hop out on that side block, just make sure the car's straight
You with us, we like insurance, bro, this shit like Allstate
We ain't flyin', shit, we drivin', bring them blicks to your state
