Sit 'Em Back Slow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, come on!

Yeah! (Can you hear that shit?)

Yeah! (Can you hear that shit!?)

Fall back, for the 40 cal clap

Slugs burn like hot grits on Al Green's back

Fuck what you heard, fuck what they talking 'bout

We chalk 'em out, you fuckin' with a legend

And I still keep it funky (that's right)

Jump up, I'm gonna shoot you down on the back pockets to your Red Monkeys

You're on and your H oweme love, then fuck it

You're gettin' money, I can't get none with you, then fuck ya

Let me explain the bullshit

The same bullshit that make me want to hit your ass with a full clip

It ain't enough love being spread

Love scene is over, it's all hate, so blood gon' shed

A nigga got goons, a nigga need red

My homey just bought a whip and the shit need rims

And ya'll niggas flossin' hard on a nigga, so fuck ya

I don't respect a G, motherfucker so fuck ya

This is that, Riker's Island rap, for the block cash

On the block scrap, posted up gettin' that dough

Love for the block huggers gettin' that dough

40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow!

What ya'll know about hood love?

Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow

You should know about my hood love

This ain't a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow

East coast boogie, boulevard bundled up

Cold corner Remy shots, four, five will numb you up

Crushed purple haze, placed in a honey dutch

By any means, hustlers, get your money up

Strategic tactics, beliefs is backwards

Sights of homicide on the streets is graphic

In front of niggas freeze in traffic

With they drug transactions, the love can't happen

To each his own, we beef, we grown

It's doe or die from day one, I'm in a deeper zone

No disguise, still alive, I reach for chrome

So either way it goes down, I'mma hold shit down

Boppin' to Chris Brown, hop it to brick poundShowin' the 40 fully, Bape hoody's zipped down

Pass me the piff round, death is all I see

Since my return, all eyes on me

This is that, Riker's Island knock sittin' rap flow

For them blocks getting things, monsters gettin' that dough

The block huggers know the style, triple that dough

40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow!

I get it flowin' like it's water (brrraaaaat!)

I think you oughta support a nigga that sit 'em back slow

The offspring of a quinand a conflict, William Danze

Aw shit! This nigga sit 'em back slow

So (floss!) with your big shit, your big whips and all

(Floss!) You got big chips, your shit sick, but dog

Who did ya'll call when it came to the rugged terrain

For the struggle and pain with the love in his vein? (Billy!)

You mean to tell me this the thanks I get

For keeping East Coast on the map with that gangsta shit?

I think somebody need to check for the glitch

And call Hollywood and tell them start correctin' the script

See I, Danze, did it, spit it off the muscle with it

Dominated the shit, that's why you niggas tussled with it

Yes, yes, I watched how you struggled with it

Felt my position that you niggas would love to get it

Ain't nothing change about me, it ain't the same without me

The game won't bang without me, it's something you bang about me

It's something down about me, mile about me, piles about me

Something slick about me, rick about me, prince about me

What ya'll know about hood love?

Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow

You should know about my hood love

This ain't a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow