BREAK DOWN

[Intro: Dj Hot Murda & Neek Bucks] When you talk legends, you talk top five dead or alive Real ones pass the torch while it's still lit That way the flame never die out El Barrio 3 (The murderous mixtapes) (Dj Hot Murda, you killing the streets with this shit) Yeah, look [Verse 1: Neek Bucks] Collins Avenue, I met some pretty bitches I know that God forgive us 'cause He startin' to grant my wishes, yeah Ayy, what a feeling when you got it off the block, man Go stock the Cullinan with bottles like I'm Pac Shit, I survived the local wars and all the nonsense on my block Hey, but I'm still around to thе point where I might bump into the opps still But who gon' show mе love? My block will If nobody protect me, then this Glock will It's rest in peace to pop still (The murderous mixtapes) Hundred million in a mansion, shit, I been dreamin' 'bout it We broke the brick and it came up short, you know we schemin' on 'em Bro caught a lick, he been my crutch, so I been leanin' on him I always kept it short, it was never no subpoena warrants, yeah Still with my niggas by the way I know the absence make the love grow fonder But I learned that from my father I learned to play them situations smarter I don't know what I'd do without my daughter [Chorus: Neek Bucks & Jadakiss] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy I know I'ma have to get these niggas out my way All a nigga know is stack these chips, Frito-Lay Baby, would you hold me down if I had to go away? I just made her touch her toes, yeah (Yeah) I know she get nasty on the pole, yeah (Yeah, beloved) I be kissin' on her toes, yeah, yeah (Haha) Baby, do you really, really, really wanna go there? (Check me out) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yeah, you out here cheatin' with the thots (Mm) I finally figured out that I'm competin' with the bots (Yeah) What would've been a simple beatin' creep into the shots (Uh-huh) You got it out the street, that mean you eatin' with The Lox (The murderous mixtapes) Real niggas gettin' money, yeah, I know how it feels (Dj Hot Murda, you killing the streets with this shit) Hard white, dog food, I don't know about pills (I don't know) Never chrome, go alone if you goin' to kill (Facts) Sold my bricks independent, I don't know about deals, naw Bars in 'em, the talent is God-given (God) A little offbeat, they call it an odd rhythm (Odd) A rough upbringing, ain't nothing but God's wisdom 'Cause easy money usually connected to hard livin' (Yes) The game ain't a joke (Uh-uh), they aim at your throat (Pew-pew) No matter where you from, the pain is remote (That's my word) Somebody got shot or they shot it up Careful, if you know what you got, you ain't got enough [Chorus: Neek Bucks & Jadakiss] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy (Word) I know I'ma have to get these niggas out my way All a nigga know is stack these chips, Frito-Lay Baby, would you hold me down if I had to go away? I just made her touch her toes, yeah, yeah I know she get nasty on the pole, yeah, yeah I be kissin' on her toes, yeah, yeah Baby, do you really, really, really wanna go there? [Verse 3: Neek Bucks] Yeah, this shit is classical Every time a nigga rap, it's magical I'm the one that told them niggas bet the house on me In front the present store, I had on my durag with my pack on me My homie used to kick us out 'cause the police was harassin' him, yeah I paint the picture vivid, these niggas cappin' in they raps, we really lived it On top of that, it's people could say we did it And I ain't gon' sit around and lie like we was kingpins Just some young niggas that stood on business and we was divin' in the deep end, yeah (Dj Hot Murda) Niggas I looked up to, they owe me now Look, mami, I got roadies now I'm jumpin' out the Maybach, ain't no stolies now I'm ridin' with two fours just like I'm Kobe now I love this single shit, just need a pretty bitch to hold me down Speedin' up the west side, I'm creepin' up her left side And God forbid the feds is watchin', I hope they get my best side On the phone with the accountant, pickin' the code all out my left eye That's all a nigga know is do it big like I'm from Bed-Stuy, what's your order? [Chorus: Neek Bucks] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy I know I'ma have to get these niggas out my way All a nigga know is stack these chips, Frito-Lay Baby, would you hold me down if I had to go away?