(Intro-Akon) X2
I dont know about you ma nigga but the streets been good to me
even took a hole lot of bullshit but it made me a stronger G..
dont know nuthin else but hood street life when it come to me..
I never thought I ever think about bitin the
hand that fed me... (Now)Look at me now.. (look at me man) Lookin for a way to get off the block.. (Aw) said Look at me now.. (We gonna do it man)
This life Im livinmust stop, (Gotta stop)man Look at me now.. (Crazy man)Think about it each and every day (Its all I do)
Look at me now...(Look at me)
(Verse 1 - Norfolk Little)
Now Ive been locked down niggaz dont know me little goldies stay fly rockinthe gold teeth and I dont know where you been. Hook on your 2 cents unless you live that life for follow my blueprint homie know 2 things hustle & rap
been in county I aint tryin to go back Im tryin to go plat smoke that perk
and sip that 'gnac just cop me a brick I gotta get that back and hard as it look comin up try 2 dodge the hook you snitch then you get scared in the book tryin to find my way of the corner the old lady told me stop
performing cuz the knocks is on ya but I aint listen look at that boy hes still pitchinin his duplex new lex the rims is bitchin got Booker T Style a cool cat look at me smile Im doin big things look at me now.
Stayinhere Im just gettinmuch older time to go stack back enough G's hot blocks just gettinmuch colder, dodgin and duckin the police how much longer most I stand on this corner I gotta get off right away
How much longer most we sell on this corner
before they take my life away.
(verse II - Norfolk Little)
Now I dont know about you ma nigga
but a nigga doin what he gotta do ma nigga I aint the mayor but its my street too ma nigga ma man got beef its ma beef too ma nigga Im tired of duckin the police Buck in the cold heat em up gettin no sleep hungry bacause I dont eat aint gettinno better Im still on the block but I aint gettinno cheddar same jeans and those sweathers
aint nobody tryin to feed me them rims is tight wish they did cuz then I have some hands to bite but I aint tryin to go that route when everythings wrong kinda feel like a storm in the black out or gettin locked up and get back out then gettinno job out here
'less a nigga go hard in the crack house
dont get the names wrong baby we drop bombs like napalm it's Norfolk Little & Akon
(Chorus to fade)