[Intro]
You know, I do it for the whole state row, you know
CF, CF shit
D Block, know what I mean
B Block, C Block, you know what I mean
A Block, administration and all that
Know what I mean. [?]
F1, [?]
G1, G2
H1, H2, [?]
[?], DC, all that
Girls’ jail
Know what I mean
Y’all know how I rock

[Verse]
Real n***a to the left, man, I can’t fraud
If my n***as ain’t eating, then I can’t ball
Dickriding ass n***as, can’t stand y’all
You get booked for your man, would you stand tall?
Strip that n***a down, take his pants off
Check him for a wire then we get him lost
Loud and the dutch, I was in the loft
Get it to you hard, but I’m in it soft
Dark Lo the Crook, I’m the city boss
Catch me on the north side of City Hall
OBH got it lock, whole city ours
Henny with the lean got a n***a sauced
DC fight the body, he gon’ get it tossed
She got hazel eyes and her lips glossed
I let her chew me off, n***a, that’s all
And I might let her cook, n***a, that’s raw
Fall in love with these hoes, n***a, that’s y’all
Stay the fuck out my lane, n***a, that’s all
And we could get along, loan shark, you could get a loan
State row going crazy, Kev play my song
Friday nights, cheah, with their earphones on
[?] cooking up all in the zone
Man, hold your head, you’ll be coming home
Then it’s back on, get your strap on
Probation on your ass, now that’s drawn
And they ran in your crib, [?] warrant
Take it slow, man, I try to warn them
Everybody know my face ‘til I dump it on them
Or knock him out then just stomp on him
And my pockets been fighting, I got lumps on them
Shoot first boys if you run up on them
Killed a n***a from the strip, I got one up on them
I can’t see it no different
One deep, late night, on a mission
I cook my re-up in the kitchen
Three pots, two spoons, one pigeon
I hate to see y’all in the district
Three of y’all, two booked, one snitching
I heard you n***as be bitching
Call Dark Lo the Crook, I’m the hitman
Ab will be home in a minute
I said fuck y’all, then I meant it
Every time a body drop, my name in it
Down my way blowing spinach
On the phone with Master P, it’s no limit
Ron Harvey Jr., n***a, no gimmicks
This is real life shit, no scrimmage
Look up in the mirror, no image
Game-winning shot, you gon’ rim it
Lo hold the city down, I’ma win it
If we’re talking ‘bout money, then I’m in it
Spin through your block, two cars tinted
SK’s, AR’s all in it
Hop out, run up on you, then you’re finished
But I’m really on some peace shit
But these sucker ass n***as want some freak shit
No breaks, bang out on some leak shit
Half a brick, got to sell, it’s the remix
Waves on [?], got her seasick
Go at anybody, I don’t see pics
I’m just moving down the Badlandz
Papi keep the mac in the trash can
Lil’ chick pick me up in her Lex van
I come in all black like a Nets fan
Clean my guns everyday, TEC’s don’t jam
Salute Gang Starr
Rest in peace Guru, Dark Lo remain hard
Out