Pretty Picture

[Intro]

We some mutts, thinkin' that we done?

Dumb. We some mutts, we some mutts, we some mutts

See children, what does it all mean?

It means that dirty money never brings any luck

Naw, it only brings misery and despair and disgrace

Nawmsayin'?

[Verse 1]

I know Tribeca kids seen more bodies than a thug

9/11 yo this shit was bugged

Two bugs splat-assed under Brooklyn

To a lot of cats lookin' back, that's all it was

Thinkin' that we won, thinkin' that we done

Dumb. Tell that shit to my pops' cuz, what

It's like a city slicker, gritty ripper

Of silly stickers with city fixtures, what

Philly splitta

Had to wait, ass gravitate to a pretty figure

Gave me wood, rub and tug, end up with fifty splinters

All these little bitties up in my little bitty fingers

We some mutts, mixed spicks skinny niggas

Say word if these words paint a pretty picture

To every mother with a stroller, eyein' me when I roll up

Know your kid's gonna be just like me when he grows up

Just watch as he gets older

Saggy pants, lang-langin' then kosher

Comin' home late to dinner, he ain't sober

Don't blame it on the way that Wiki do's it

New York will leave you gritty and foolish, it's our city influence

It's the same stupid kids on your stoop gettin' zooted

What you gonna do bitch?

You don't wanna move into the metropolits

Where it's getting polished, but it's still ruthless

[Hook x2]

City slicker, what

Gritty ripper, Philly splitta

What, what, Guinea nigga

Trouble in my eyes, what, city fixture

Say word if these words paint a pretty picture

[Verse 2]

He's just a average-assed cat with a gun they let you shoot

Protectin' who? Strictly for the revenue

Always hear "get over here" brings me total fear

When it goes in my ear, even when I'm sober and clear

It's like they see the trouble in my eyes

I'm drunk, so every cop I see double in my eyes

Against the car, thinkin' of a rebuttal but I'm high

So I can't think of an enough subtle of a lie

Who am I hurtin'? Why are you searchin'?

Why are you ruinin' my day? Aren't you learning?

You don't make no difference, just take those tickets

Make yo livin' takin' his livin'

I hate it, ain't with it

My boy sold, he got taken right in it

Like, I used to sell weed, but it all went to my head

Not for real though, I smoked it all, I ended up in debt

Told my connect, ride by ?

But I write on point, my rhetoric's the best

With the soul of a five-point, resident and stressed

Every time I spit a five-point, ten of it gets bread

But that don't matter now, I'm pendin' for arrest

Murdered some tourists who wouldn't lend me cigarettes

Bettin' that I get life in prison

Might be spittin', bullshit if you like it listen, hype the vision

I brew up that hypertension, DTs got sniper vision, I ain't kiddin'

(Block been out since 9/11)

[Hook x2]