We Got Everything Song Lyrics

My block, we got everything
Coke, dope, smoke pills
My block, we got everything
Bootleg phones, computers
My block, we got everything
Cars, hoes, cameras
My block, we got everything
Welfare cards, everything
Let's go

He's on that East shit, yes, specifically New York (specifically)
Niggas know we rhyme well but he don't like to talk
He don't like foul shit and rappers like [?] (fact)
Hit you with the hawk if I ain't got the forth
Hit you with the gemstar if I ain't got the [?]
From the land of the lost, where we in and outta court
Shoot shit like it's a sport, niggas hustle from them shores
Keep the hammer in your parka
If you parked by the court, I'm on the back block
Then it's layin' on the porch 'cause I'm
probably drunk as shit when i'm sippin' on the quart