[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]
N***a 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 n***a
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]
N***a 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)