Thinking You Can Hang

Mannerisms of a young Stringer Bell

The way I define quiet but to whoever try and riot I kno the gun slingers well

One pump and then they fell is how we saw it where I'm from

But know that everything is mum so we ain't saw not a one

Not a scene, but believe if we needed to repeat

It's nothing for us to go for what know and the delete

I mean, money showed us that it make the world go round

Neighbors got it off of 9-5's or 4 pounds

Everything is numbers

And a 4.6 is really everything we wanted, it's whatever in this running

My team, Brooklyn through Queens, got it sewn by the seams

Forgive 'em for delivering the leans

Brothers where no one can cut us

Had to turn away when Avon and String gave up one another

Shit was real, I did the knowledge

Driven for dollars and bitches that swallow

And pray against it tomorrow in a hood near you, what the fuck