On The One Ft. Yukmouth
Messy Marv & Mitchy Slick Lyrics

I'm in the hood pitchin' rocks
I'm selling drugs in the neighborhood

Out my front yard i'm on the block gettin'
I'm standing outside my house on the street corner selling drugs

Guap on the boulevard
I'm making money on the main road

While you bitch niggas actin' like broads
While you guys act like whiny women

I'm H-N-IC the head nigga in charge
I'm the boss, in charge of everything

Get guap, never hate, never perpetrate
Make money, don't hate, don't pretend to be someone you're not

Never listen to what them suckas say
Don't listen to what the fools say

Them niggas hella fake
Those guys are really fake

I put the word out, niggas get eliminated
When I give the order, people get taken care of

Young Stalin done made it
I, Young Stalin, have made it

They damn sure hate it
They really hate it

I used to be broke so I guess I updated
I used to be poor but now I've updated my lifestyle

Flirted with the turf, moved hella worth
I've sold drugs and made a lot of money

Purple for dessert, smokin' in Arizona
I smoke weed in Arizona

No matter where ever I'm at
No matter where I am

I'm hanging on the corner
I'm standing on the street corner

Lookin' around, checkin' everybody gear
I'm looking around, checking out what everyone is wearing

Like yup, I'm the freshest nigga over here
I'm the best-dressed person in the area

(over here)

Trailing the money like a stock broker
Following the money like a stockbroker

Cause when it comes to the

Coke I'm a share holder
I'm invested in the cocaine business

Jesus on my shoulder, one nation under him
I believe in Jesus and am part of one nation under him

Fuck with young Stalin
Don't mess with me, Young Stalin

Nigga I'll smother them
I'll take care of them

Livewire hold the West up like a safety pin
Livewire is keeping the West Coast connected and together like a safety pin

Stalin, Shady and Jay Jonah the fire man
Me, Shady, and Jay Jonah are like firefighters, fixing things that go wrong

The bag weigh a gram, the zip twenty nine
The small bag weighs a gram and the larger bag weighs 29 grams

This shit gonna sell and
I know this will sell

These nigga gonna buy
People will buy it

They sixteen in LA tweny four in Chicago
I charge $16 in LA and $24 in Chicago

I'm up and down the interstate
I travel up and down the interstate to sell drugs

Indo with the rallo
I have some weed and tobacco on me

Thirty round dick in my shit with the hollow
I have a gun with large bullets on me

I jump out strapped nigga every
I always carry a gun with me

Where that I go
No matter where I go

It's always a drought around Cinco de Mayo
There's never enough drugs to sell around Cinco de Mayo

But blood still got 'em for
But I can still sell them for

The seventeen five though
A price of $17,500

I dry cook, I don't put it in the pot
I cook the drugs in a different way

I put it in the microwave and
I cook it in the microwave and

Watch it rise to the top (ding)
I watch it cook and be ready for sale (ding)

Hit it with the ice and make one big cookie
I mix in other substances to make it more potent

I got the Jackie-O if you
I have the gun if you

Niggas want the nookie
People want what I'm selling

The zip come hard, I don't sell my soft
The larger bag is strong, I don't sell weaker stuff

And you ain't gotta fuck with me
You don't have to buy from me

I'm a get mine all
But I'm still going to make my money

Ice cream, seven hundred a pop
I have drugs for sale at $700 each

Add two more dollars if I
But it'll be two dollars more if I

Gotta make the drop, fuck wit me
If you want it delivered, that's the price

I got cream for the fiends on the dope spot
I have drugs for sale to the addicts at the drug location

Rubber band knots, from the coke white
I have a lot of cash from selling cocaine

If I don't hustle all day
If I don't sell drugs all day

Then I don't sleep right
I won't sleep well

Livewire go, make sure a nigga money right
Livewire makes sure I have enough money

Plus my whip tight, I'm a hustler
My car is in good condition and I'm a good drug dealer

You third string
You're not as good as me

That means you workin' for the customer
That means you're working to please the customer

Nigga I blow more smoke than a muffler
I smoke more weed than a car muffler produces smoke

Catch you outta pocket I'll be
If I find you unprepared, I'll be

Knockin' at your jugular
Ready to attack you

Home of the brave, more game than a arcade
We are brave and have more competition than an arcade

Work on the turf, got bitches on a blade
Sell drugs in the area and have prostitutes working for me

Fittin to stack my money up
I'm going to save my money

Buy me a dropped escalade
Buy a lowered Escalade

Two thousand and eight Benz
A 2008 Mercedes Benz

Painted cherry kool-aid
Painted red like cherry Kool-Aid

With this snow I'm great
With this cocaine I'm doing well

Shit I know why they hate
I know why people hate me

Cause I'm famous in the hood
Because I'm well-known in the neighborhood

Like a Philly cheese steak
Like a famous sandwich from Philadelphia

And I leave California whenever
I travel out of California whenever

I take a break
I take a break from selling drugs

Plus I take my scale so I know what I make
I bring my own scale to make sure I know how much money I'm making