tall can in my brown bag And I'm sipping, your boy Shock was cold dipping Sipping real slow and dipping real low so 5-O don't be tripping Check it though, a minute
world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow
ready to nap 'Cuz I'ma trill nigga ready to clap, now wats up I slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left And continue till nobody from yo whack clan left Bet you might cheat left
legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then Jetted to canal to get her man some Clarks She said, "Be back in ninety minutes
Ciara Uh-huh Ciara Uh-huh Catch me in the mall, you know I buy it out G5 plane, yeah, I fly it out Lud's in the back look like Lex in them 28's And,
my wrist again Trying to shit the niggas is like giving children ritalin ? sitting in the front, see you in a minute yo And them haters went away as soon as I left
and yelled out rape I got scared when she started to yell So I handed her my wallet and ran like hell I was duckin' through alleys right and left But
my car? I remember my first car never forget it A candy apple red irub windows be tinted Talk about fast like a rocket to drive When from zero to 60 in like 5 point 5
rooftop of City Hall, which faces Daily Plaza A police sharpshooter watched the crowd Even as he saluted the flag After a minute of silence, church bells
pull and passed me to Smooth B Smooth B. although he's talking to Ted-D Took a hit and passed me to Fab 5 Freddy Freddy said Yo! There's nothing left
boy sittin' pancaked on 23's Clown love to Chicage Juggalos We underground like Blaze My dead homie, and yours? We dead, we dead? No wait a minute We
's all that's left to do That's why it's all in you It's all for you It's all in you It's all that's left to do That's why it's all in you Look at me
yo vest we dumpin' Killin' all that punk shit that you heart be pumpin' See somethin' I take it cuttin' through the red tape Yo legs break tryin' to catch up who who led the race It's 5
say fuck the world cause sometimes it seems that it's all a bad dream pops must have fucked with moms on the scheme but sooner or later he left our
money was average I aint care I learned how to handle that package Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute The squad it never died, I was left to
the same spot I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute