In Front of the Buildings - Messy Marv

I’m just sayin' though nigga, I fuck with Detroit niggas, nigga

Detroit niggas get money nigga

This nigga Obie Trice all at the radio station nigga in my city nigga

Hollin' that gay shit nigga!

You know i’m talkin' bout nigga?

This gangsta where I’m at nigga, Fillmoe!

nigga!

You understand me boy?

Yeah' I’d advice you get lil like Wayne when you come to this thang

I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang

Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam

Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!)

See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a

million

Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone, until one enter just shatter your dome,

motherfucka

Okay, what you wanna do (What?) My money dirty (What!)

Fuck some twenty-two's, bitch I’m tryna ride thirties

I keep the set crunked, of tha shit punked

Ride around knockin' and it ain’t from the trunk

I’m clappin' Calico’s, I got hella clothes

Scalen, Sean John, Akademiks and Girbauds

In this bitch leanin', makin' wrists gleamin'

I’m on that other level, but you might not know the meanin' (You don’t know?)

Mama I’m grown now, on my own now

Ya lil son done came up 'n' sellin' zones now

Ya boy keep a wetter, a pocket full of cheddar

A Coogi skully my nigga, matchin' the Coogi sweater

You see my blades choppin' this nigga balla blockin'

Ride through the land of funk, where snitch is not an option (Fillmoe)

You get your shit cracked, you get that bitch smacked

When I pull of young niggas be like, he did that?

I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang

Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam

Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!)

See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a

million

Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome,

motherfucka

Okay, I tried to go to school (What?) But it wasn’t for me (What?)

I killed some punk I’m tryna count money

We ride in front of housin' nigga baloonin' high ()

Out grittin' at Denali playin' X-Box

I’m just sayin' though, shit I could make it schnow

Cuz holla at me if you ain’t gettin' what you payin' fo'

I keep a bad bopper, that show a gangsta love

We call 'em boppers 'cause they all through the strip club

Me and my niggas real, you and guys fakin'

What you know about the side show (Skrrt) Gassin' 'n' brakin' (Skrrt) out in

East Oakland (Skrrt)

What about them low bottoms, it’s real gangstas from San Francisco

You know about em?

Nigga, the bay grittin' shit is like the South

Niggas on the corner, with gold all up in they mouth

Gangstas without the gator’s, playin' with AK’s

We can talk shit now and smoked you later

I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang

Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam

Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!)

See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a

million

Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome,

motherfucka

I was like daamn homie?

You on shady records you the man homie!

Nigga you know I’m lyin'!

The city.

Who gon' save ya nigga?

Eminem?

Obie y’all need real gangsta niggas fuckin' with him (Huh?)

The east familiar to me, when I touch I see gutter

Project buildin’s, and C-Gutta (Free C-Gutta)

I’m ridin' through Harlem, hoppin' out budda'

I put my dick in your sister 'n' slap your little brother

Representin' the eighties in my thowback rides

Yellow diamonds, Jesus, no thowback Ice (Wooh)

You a lil ass nigga named Obie Trice

I’ll make a line with your signin' bonus and snort that twice

The streets will tell you right off, you ain’t that nice

Interscope’s tax write-off you ain’t their type (Uh uh)

Plus the hoods in L.A. be like Obie ain’t hot

The bloods nigga in Compton, and the Crips in Watts

I advice you get lil like Wayne, when we huggin' that corner knockin' that thang

Deuce is huggin' the lane, I’m from the land where the gangstas roam

Where my niggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (Silo!)

See we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin' that’ll pop a

million

Bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome,

motherfucka