Bel Heir

On the East Side of town now
Doin' it big
When I'm movin' they can't tell if it's a brick or a pig
Before I thought 'bout paper
Ballin' was just a sport
Got a job and got taxed
So I jumped off the porch
It's a couple of guys looking like they no good
Asked 'em why was they up in my neighborhood
They gave me one big ol' brick
And my mom found a dime
She asked me
Smoov criminal, why you livin' a life of crime

I said it's Bel Heir ma
I'm Mr Heir to the Throne
Bad mon wit the pack ma
I'm bad to the bone
I got made friends Fa sho
Who be asking for dro
Kick kush like King Push
Don't tax on my road
You get what you asked for
And some around here
L-Train on the pavement
And ones anywhere
Mega moves with hella groove
Pay dues, I'm hella smooth
Book smart and crook smart
Never was a fan of school
So, I got paper other ways
Outta town had 'em twisted
Off of paper airplanes
Sound like summertime
When I hit the airwaves
Get paper, look fly
Every single day
What's the deal pimpin'
This gon happen or what
I can do me 3 times
Just imagine a front
Stack sumn and come back
With every bill, will ya
Showtime, break a leg
Anderson Silva

On the East Side of town now
Doin' it big
When I'm movin' they can't tell if it's a brick or a pig
Before I thought 'bout paper
Ballin' was just a sport
Got a job and got taxed
So I jumped off the porch
It's a couple of guys looking like they no good
Asked 'em why was they up in my neighborhood
They gave me one big ol' brick
And my mom found a dime
She asked me
Smoov criminal, why you livin' a life of crime

I, pulled, up to the plug crib at 6:14
It was steaming at the door
I said yo! What's the flava
It's loud, I ask again
He said, purp! Now or later
Paid him
He gave me more
And said come back with the paper
So, like a G I is
I hit the turf And went berserk handling B-I-iz
All in a Nissan, bitch
To get a Beamer or benz
Incomparable wit the flow
Like the tree I get
So, I keep it fresh
To a king from a prince
I can gain a whole state
if u just give me an inch
Yea my name ring bells
West, south and east coast
Although 6-1-4s
Where I rest at the most
I ain't never hiding from no one
I'm just living my life
And I don't hide from an old one
Catch the game wit yo boys
Pop the top of a cold one
I pick up a zip
Then pick up a bitch
Roll up the piff
And I'm on one

On the East Side of town now
Doin' it big
When I'm movin' they can't tell if it's a brick or a pig
Before I thought 'bout paper
Ballin' was just a sport
Got a job and got taxed
So I jumped off the porch
It's a couple of guys looking like they no good
Asked 'em why was they up in my neighborhood
They gave me one big ol' brick
And my mom found a dime
She asked me
Smoov criminal, why you livin' a life of crime



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Writer(s): Carlton Travis
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