[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it)

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Yeah!

Feelin' just like JFK

In the city that let 'em fly like JFK (Ayy)

Sometimes LaGaurdia

I ain't gone lie to ya

If looks could kill

Then my style might body ya

That's why I'm with naudia

I call my gun naudia

When she say hi to ya

It's buh-buh-bye to ya

Make it sound like Saudi Arabia

Maybe the haters should

Watch what he say to her

You think

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

I can hold my head high and die

Or I can live and duck

My attitude is celibate

I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Yeah!

Now who are you to tell me

How to conduct myself

Why don't you practice safe sex

And go fuck yourself

The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health (Oh-oh)

I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)

Yeah I coulda told you that (Oh-oh)

Picture me, not fly

Where's them exposures at? (Oh-oh)

Right here, on my lap (Oh-oh)

That's where my composure's at (Oh-oh)

I'm back like a gun cock

I'm so cool that

If I go to hell

All I need is my sun block

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

Nigga hold ya head high and die

Or live and duck

My attitude is celibate

I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

I mean let's be honest

You never liked a nigga

Tryna lesbian-us

So I kept the strap on

Clap off, clap on

Lights out, like flights out

You could be departed

Never me who started

I Lambo Gallard-ed

I am vehically challenged

That means the car is retarded

But regardless

I'm "Tin Man" heartless

No love

Hey son, lookin' for love?

Get a show on VH1

[Pre-Chorus: Kobe]

Nigga hold ya high and die

Or live and duck

My attitude is Virgins

Still don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Kobe]

The block got my back

And my boys do too

And my baby mama trippin'

Said she need more loot

Every block, every hood

Every ghetto got beef

Got a heater on my lap

And another in the back

Shit, how I’m supposed to cope

With all this stress on me?

Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me

I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it

I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)

Drop (Drop)