you want to make it number one, you're number two now This the Goose and Malibu, I call it MaliBOO-YAH God damn Yeezy, how you gonna hit 'em with a new
the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path,
this niggas all to hell I never like them niggas from the gat, go Used to breakin' my craps and fuck all they motherfuckin' hoes Made another car-hit
strikes, that's called Habitual criminal So instead of goin' under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew
She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner
heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit
Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Can't put your strap back in your waist Another crew
and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle Street legal, move against my people And the Ice gets evil Hit
' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew
t nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets Hit
playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle
room, I guess ima willy I dont get high, so I dont split the phillies Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: "oh really? " Hit my kawazakie I pull
mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this A hard hit makes
heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two
, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix (Ice-T) while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit
of your afro It could be you, could be you Could be you, could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick, screechin' tires Next thing you're hit
