歌词
Yo, I'm lovin' the weather in this damn neighborhood
Hot like fire, everything female is lookin' good, ain't it?
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near-fainted
Not knowin' that my face portrait was bein' painted
That very same day
Anyway, we chillin' on the stoop shootin' the breeze
Arguin' about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, sayin', "Playa, it's Jay-Z"
My moms cuts it short, sendin' me to the A&P
Supplies for supper
Quarter milk, loaf of bread, and a stick of butter
Ya damn right, I was makin' beats for Ace last night
And you know them Vettes'll make you work up a appetite
Split, jump in the Ac', it's dented in the back
Won't start, pumpin' them tracks, killed my battery
Mad at me? Err, nigga, hit the brakes
Dude, I live for them Camilo and PF cuttin' tapes
Can't forget the Clue guy, Tony Touch and Doo-Wop
Kid, we can walk, it's only five from my crib
And anyway, my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery point
"Be back soon," Mama say
Not knowin' that my face portrait was bein' painted that very same day
Walkin', talkin'
Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn sunbathin', so we hawkin'
Mmm, she the finest forty-somethin' I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That's why I've made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you, big girl, keepin' me well-fed
Here come the ice cream truck, some kids playin' double-dutch
Lookin' ill, but too young to touch
Then one shouts out, "Yo, Big Socks, when the album due, kid?"
It's out, stupid
How un-informed my neighborhood be?
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, separated from society
Hit the corner, there's my nigga Jay eyein' me
"Motherfucker, where my tape at? Lie to me
And I'ma break that, yo, let's take a walk
I'ma get it on the way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them goons from the other side of the block
Was fuckin' with you over some bullshit
And pull clips illegitly"
"Yo, he actin' shifty because my crib's
Where his chick be hangin', dude"
"Ignore that shit, G, and keep that thang bangin'
In every way"
Not knowin' that my face portrait was bein' painted that very same day
We gets to the A&P, Jay smokin', so them niggas wait for me
I'm standin' in the express line, what do I see
Through the window? The same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow-motion and muted in my mind
Watchin' these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream, "Turn around!"
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain stained the ground
They kick my nigga Freddy in the gut, sayin', "What now, motherfucker?
Your man's nothin' but a memory"
And hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today, I'm killin' a bunch
I run outside where one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin' from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo, Freddy, just chill, I'm about to retaliate, ill
Visions of murder, blaow, fuck it, now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm prepared for action
Becomin' one with Samuel L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas runnin' away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waitin' at his crib, I'ma end this shit today
Look, here he comes now
I never felt pressure like this before
Debatin' whether I should blast on sight
Or wait 'til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on the nigga
With God's hand on the hairpin trigger
Forgive me, Mama, but I'ma be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you know, dinner's just gon' have to wait
Turn around, motherfucker
Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do?
