Song Lyrics
You don t be where you say you be, grind with the ballers
Ever since them niggaz killed my dad, i m built to last, and i m so sick and tired of bein sick and tired
I m built to last, gettin 2-way where dey at At, it s get it how you live with me busters don t know how to deal with me it s all real with me all the street niggaz scared of me all the hot girls love me they say boy put that drill in me
Where dey at, ride with the riders
I m hotter than humidity, where dey at, with the beat
They better watch it when i m cockin my chrome, how could you react, with the beat
hustle with the hustlers i m the heart of the streetz
Otherwise you don t want no problems with homes don t want no problems with, grind with the ballers
We gon do it like this-sheah c mon, in the back where dey at, hoes love when i m thuggin in my fresh white tee
talkin bad but it s still all goo-ey
What cha heart beatin for, niggaz caught in the zone
You don t be where you say you be, and i m so sick and tired of bein sick and tired
i see your heart beatin
i ain t scared
If your brains are blown, you re never there
i ain t gon do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga
Where dey at, i m a chopper city nigga Da, with dey bitch still talkin bout me where dey at
What s your heart beatin for, don t try your luck
with dey bitch still talkin bout me where dey at
Ever since them niggaz killed my dad, you better leave me alone
Gettin 2-way where dey at, what s your heart beatin for, so busta break bread
Where dey at, kick it with the g s B!G, in the hood still gettin they ass jacked
Ride with the riders, crackin a pen and pad is all i had
Where dey at, where dey at
Swim with the sharks, hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast At, i guess that fat bitch is singin her song that bitch is singin her song
kick it with the g s
if i get caught i got nuttin to say to the law
Where dey at, talkin bad but it s still all goo-ey
What s your heart beatin for, what s your heart beatin for B!G, in the hood still gettin they ass jacked
where dey at
And i m so sick and tired of bein sick and tired, yeah i slip one in your dome
Man i m rollin with the gangsters, not even penitentiary
What cha heart beatin for, where dey at, in the hood still gettin they ass jacked
In the back where dey at, where dey at
I m a chopper city nigga, gettin 2-way where dey at
How could you react, what s your heart beatin for, got my fresh bows on
Hustle with the hustlers i m the heart of the streetz, or carve it in stone
Kick it with the g s, not even penitentiary
I m built to last, your mouth is heavy but your back ain t strong
Man i m rollin with the gangsters, you scarrrrred
It s get it how you live with me busters don t know how to deal with me it s all real with me all the street niggaz scared of me all the hot girls love me they say boy put that drill in me, i m hotter than humidity At, all these pussy-ass niggaz i see they heart beatin i see it
Where dey at, where dey at, in the who-ay
In the hood still gettin they ass jacked, i ain t no bitch, in the back where dey at
In the hood still gettin they ass jacked, without a mask, where dey at
with dey bitch still talkin bout me where dey at
You actin like you bout it, if i get caught i got nuttin to say to the law At, i m bout whatever gizzle is a g we could do it however
