[Intro: Aaliyah & Boldy James]
Back (Back, back, back)
I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing
I don't mean to be bold (It's Blocks)
Don't be afraid (Where we at with it?)
I don't mean to be bold (227)
But I gotta let you know (Uh, what else?)
I got a thing for you and I can't let go, ooh my

[Verse 1]
Age ain't nothin but a number
And I ain't never claimed to be somethin' that I wasn't
Bold; that's my name, don't wear it out
ConCreatures; that's my gang, you know my whereabouts
If you test my aim then I'ma air you out
So you best behave, be on your best behavior
'Fore you be done met my neighbors
One more 'gain, they guns in both hands
Drum rollin', goin' through them emotions
Of gun-holdin', snub noses
Unloadin' out my clip, bullseye
This is what it sounds like when doves fly
Thugs cry teardrops on closed caskets
Thug life is mine, I'm old fashioned
With this Uzi, I'll bleed your block slab
Excuse me for bein' a ConCreature, my bad

[Chorus: Aaliyah & Boldy James]
I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing (Ain't nothin')
I don't mean to be bold (Mob, yeah, mob)
Don't be afraid
I don't mean to be bold (Yeah)
But I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you (It's on, yeah)
And I can't let go, ooh my (Yeah, ay, ay)

[Verse 2]
Your love is a one in a million
When we make love, it's the most wonderful feelin'
No one or nothin' can come between us
And throwin' down ain't never been a thing for me to bring her
She was right there
Reason your dreams turned to your worst nightmare
(So what's up? I'm right here, so what's up?)
You gettin' jumped, I don't fight fair (So what's up?)
That's when your lungs collapse
Who wanna ramp with Blocks? Fuckin' bumbaclots
Gon' get rocked on the pavement deceased
Stretched out like the lowercase letter "t"
From that Desert Eagle four-five
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in both my eyes
I swear to God, 'fore I sign off
Gotta pardon me for bein' a ConCreature, my fault

[Chorus: Aaliyah & Boldy James]
I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing (Mob)
I don't mean to be bold, don't be afraid (Don't be scared now)
I don't mean to be bold (It's Blocks)
But I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you (Yeah) and I can't let go, ooh my (Yeah, uh-huh)

[Verse 3]
If first you don't succeed
Dust yourself off and try again and nurse your self-esteem
You been fearin' me, I see it in your eyes
'Cause I'm the tyranny of evil men inside
Of everyone lies the dark side, but mines?
Never been afraid to carry 'round the thing
Desi in my jeans, 'leven rounds in the 'zine
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, I'm the king
Of the North Coast, fuck it, these boys don't want it
With your boy, Detroit's most wanted
Just bought a Glock, cost me 400
And it's fresh out the box, don't be no dummy
Andreeze got a .44 auto mag
Guaranteed to tag a toe and zip a body bag
Broskie and Shozie got a duffel bag
Full of .223s and a bunch of mags

[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I don't mean to be bold
Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thing
I don't mean to be bold, don't be afraid
I don't mean to be bold, but I gotta let you know
I got a thing for you and I can't let go, ooh my

[Interlude]
But guys, you know what we gotta do before we start throwin' down
We must change the name of this town from Motown to Geektown
So that we can really throw down
Dancers, what's the name of this town? (Geektown!)
I'll let Phoenix and Jarvis ask the next question:
Are you ready to throw down? (Yes we are!)
Hey, what can we say? Now that's been said
We go to the opening spread

[Verse 4]
Crackheads takin' my hood over, had my people strung
We was young bangin' purple tops, sellin' 3-for-1s
Got knocked, open up my Bible, now I'm readin' Psalms
Dreamin' of killin' every nigga who tried to feed me crumbs
Too busy in the street, ain't really watch no TV none
Or CD-ROMS, still we want that kid who shot that BB gun
When niggas see me, they run, now you tell me who won
This for all my 23-and-1 that never see the sun niggas
Legacy for drug dealin', what the plug sent 'em
Whatever left on the plate, I leave my te-te some
Got my hand bit, that's what I get for tryna feed the slums
I'm still ridin' dirty on that Pimp C and Bun (On that Pimp C and Bun)