Round Here

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Niggas frontin' down here (Yea)
They stuntin' down there (Yea, yea)
They don't want me to send them trucks around here (Yea, yea)
Hunnid niggas a pop up around here
With the pump around here (Uh), get to dumpin' (Yo) down there (Yea)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Tell me why you creeps mad, is it 'cause I leaped pass you so fast?
And I didn't even speak fag (Nope)
You's a joke and cheap laugh
Stop rappin', do yourself a favor and eat glass (Damn)
I play fuckin' kick ball with you bean bags (Woo)
I'm at a level so high, you can't breeze past (Nopе)
I'm 10 pounds, you's a seed in a weed bag
Come on nigga, where's thе weed at? (Where?)
You don't want my face to be the face you see (Nope)
In your dream and the reason you awake from sleep
Coke, we used to it down here (Yea)
We movin' it down here (Yea)
We sellin' out more than Patrick Ewing did down here (Yea)
Poppy mira mira we speak it fluent down here
We get bricks 'cause we know what the fuck we doin' down here (Damn)
I squeeze clips and gats at your knees, hips and back
Watch your knees wing collapse then proceed flippin' crack (Woo)
What?
You's a G picture that with a digital camera and a freeze pictures snap (Cheese)
Get hype enough and the pipes a bust
You'll see all types of stuff despite your guts ([?])
So lighten up guy for all you see is lightning up high (Woo)
And a casket made right for your size (Damn)
Last nigga tried to give me slack and then run (What?)
I caught him, his face played pitty pat with the gun (Woo)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Down here (Aight) we take your top off, we gang bangin' niggas not soft in Californ-a-yay, you can get there knocked off
I put a hole in one nigga, this is not golf
I kill you then personally drop the box off
Throw the silencer on, knock your mom's and pop's off
With the shit Pac saw then get the Glock tossed
Any evidence, I just pay the cops off
Niggas in the hood know every time Game pop off, the whole block get boxed off
What the fuck would I ever stop for? I let my hollows tips burn in ya mouth like hot sauce
I can tell you what the rock cost, 11-5, that's the best price
They tell you 10 then they lyin', I got them fresh whites
From overseas niggas know I got cocoa leaves, used to move boats of weed
Everywhere I go keep the toast with me
I'm what you rap niggas is 'posed to be
I'd still be in the hood, gang bangin' if Doc ain't notice me
Now I fuck with Eminem, Obie, D12, G-Unit, Busta Rhymes and Eve, who the fuck holdin' me?
I was just waitin' 'till Hova leave, with my eyes on the throne that belong to me
I got it, come and take it but you gotta watch your back

[Chorus: The Game]
Down here, yea
Down here, yea
Ain't no mixtape slangin' we too busy gang bangin' down here, yea
Down here yea
They took Carmelo's chain at the All-Star game 'round here yea
'Round here, yea
See red and blue bandanas wrapped around gun handles, yea

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Niggas wanna know the deal (What's the deal?)
How my young niggas throwin' up the deal up here (Homies)
In Harlem all my partners keep the grill up here
'Member Marlin from the projects? he got killed up here (R.I.P., I love you)
Eleven great students, do you feel what you hear? (16)
I was runnin' 'round stupid packin' steel with no fear ([?])
My attitude was fuck them cops, bust them shots, I gotta get it man (Get it man)
Cut up rocks, set up shop and hit the strippers jam ([?])
Fuck a fair, fuck I care, this is the life we lead
Crushin' gear, never scared, we live in [?] speed (We slap [?])
Yeah, police chase us up here
We runnin' up the Broadway, our weight is up there yea ([?])
And to [?] Soola gang bang
Bang bang, we shoot 'em up, bang, who you gon' bang?
Yea, we get it poppin' up here
East side to west side, we lock it up here
Yea, (Uh) you get your weight from up here
Dope, coke or haze, got that flavor up here, yea, yea
So don't get brazy up here
One false move and you get sprayed up, up here

[Verse 4: Bezell]
Yea
'Round here we [?] [?] like shot spills
No snitches 'cause every nigga up on my block real, yea
And 'round here, yea
'Round here they call me Bishop (Bishop)
Cause look, I'm the nigga that pop steel, yea (Blocka)
Every rocks in my watch when I drive through (Bling)
So I keep shots in the ox when I drive through
But I suggest your mommy and pop's move, 'cause me on the block
The reason they drop the property value, yea
The cane cut, I came up from the soft white, yea
The game fucked, my change up, I'm the boss type, yea
Plus I floss ice and Diplomats flippin' crack
We like Air Force ones how we off white, yea
I got coke and it's stretched in a joint
I got birds and you herbs still stressin' a point
Oh you still stressin' a point that I could write a check wit two commas that come before the decimal point, yea
Round here we could get it pumpin' if
Round here, yea, you could catch me stuntin' in that V12 black Rolls 'cause he sell that coke
That's why I clock bitches like a female track coach