up Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the tree 24 hour weed spot, buy 2 get one free Every week another piece of property getting stolen
many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow ups is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beepers and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting
all about the future now don't wanna cease the past Plus I know your first mistake might be your last I know your wondering what's stopping us from getting
streets, handling mine, hoes handling nine The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-blinds, [unverified] she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting
Especially when they tryin' to stunt thinking they hot All out the window talking loud like they runnin' my block That's when I come through (come through
walkin? alleyways downtown People drop change so I?m checkin? the ground Behind a nightclub, I can hear the bump outside I hear them laughin? and drinkin? and dancing getting
worse October 31st Bloody Halloweens Screams and police sirens Rapid firing my automatic pistol I pop Chris And I pop crystals Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Cash Image And I'm with Tech N9ne And fore the club close the owner gonna respect mine We spend a lotta money and that's the bottom line Ten cars on
straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up Obey to shut the fuck up I fertilize the world with my sperm Speaking biblical terms While we getting
[Twista] All my legit ballers (what) all my legit ballers (wee straight) pull up to the club on dubs whey these niggas playa hate custom trucks and cars
match with the rope no cars and the trucks in the cars that he ride lookin' like a star when he glide I swear to God when he hear the bullet fall through
Suave House Y'all motherfuckers know who this is Here's some mack shit [Twista] Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood
i'm ballin for all Chorus [verse two] In 96',ok,we made the m-o-n-e-y again M-o-n-e-y,do you see what you like? Flashin' cars,worries gone,? ? ? ?
my homies out the hood n now they got jobs Cuz there?s more to life then dodgin cop cars I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts But now I?m getting
in my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
He forsake us And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life and so we ball out major Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons
tears from one widow 50 Cars back to back with stick-up windows Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you Nurses gotta cut ya back getting out you