at my U-N-I-T This is why I'm black on deck But don't get it twisted but strap on deck The mad on deck, the pack on deck And there down, they keep a
same ol hits, same ol click, same ol dick, bitch don't look in my eyes, 'cause I ain't payin, ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin, juss
court You're guilty No, I'm not guilty, you're guilty Law makers, politicians, business men, the police You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of airplanes You don't
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f-cking wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
can't read, and you can't write Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked I snapped, hit the gas like,
on the inside Clean on the outside Ice, ice cream, ice cream paint job [x2] (Dorrough verse 1) Whoo! Clean on the outside cream on the inside ice
jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up Flying through the city nights, new flights Blue ice
spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom [unverified] A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know I won't
you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no more 'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice can't shine no more
swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit
Clark I need another hit Yeah Brick City wha-wha-wha-wha to Beverly Hills Yeah, yeah the world is mine T.W.IsM. Clockworld yeah Sonja Blade once again Another hit
tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face
used to be my soulja (Don't) Don't i lace u with the gucci (Don't) Don't i deck u in the louie (Don't) Don't i make ya in love free (Don't) Don' be
ain't picture perfect Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see? Can't you see? Hey
' wit? Ice cube is the lick, Westside is the click Can't get enough of this gangsta shit Ice cube is the lick, Westside is the click Can't get enough
' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+ I'm more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+ But I don't say Feed Me Seymour I say
where they lay at Got what's left to twist Diamonds surround my wrist Y'all all fiends, Spalding couldn't bounce like this Yo yo, don't fuck with the
you to death I don't care what they think about us I don't care what they say I don't care if they think that we're fucking I only love you this way Don't