Lyrics

Big rock from Newark lifts weights, but he never eat pork. He was nice on the court, but he ain’t really like sports sold weed in school till one day he got court sent to Juvie after court then he came home with a bigger train Of thought fuck going to school with bags of weed I can stand on the corner selling grams and keys. He was only 14 and already a knucklehead live with his grandmother watched his pops shoot his mother dead 25 the life that’s the bid that his brother did shot his baby mother, cause he caught her with another nigg Rock rolled alone but he hung with another kid this brother 16. They call da kid Macsheen he likes to stick taxis he played with them big things Tech Nine‘s Glocks Uzi’s and M 16 his mother name Maxine a prostitute crack fiend this two person tag team grimy on the cash scheme trying to get mad cream never underestimate young people don’t like the way rock ain’t like hate so Mack didn’t hesitate to pop off someone’s face hit you with the 38 and turn you into patty Cakes that guy was crazy. He was Dying to catch a case Rox right hand but that Dust sent them out of space feds caught him slipping and sent His ass upstate. Mack started snitching and now they Raiding Rox place