Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard. I was tought to only reach for the hand of your gun. So when I lift the shirt thats the end of discussion. Click
was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz
dick Now what's the problem? You ain't nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin bustin your guns and runnin the Island You was't violent, you was
Lookin like I robbed 'em Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click
em Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back for I click clack click clack Where that shit
She never said no she said go and moved her to the bed floor And just as I'm about to bust she whispers something drastic She's only 16 and late nights
dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass Claimin you pimpin but ain't got one bitch The only (hoes (hose
Trae] Remember me like I was FED time The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime Even as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine
huh?) You think I got my bitch from? (huh?) - She even gave the click some. (YEAH!) She came from the tropics, like the Chronic in my pocket Cop it! Crush
the problem, you ain't nuttin like you said on your album I thought you was wildin, bustin your guns and runnin the island You was't violent, you was
a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past 16