Started payin off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
a rage he lived but he payed the price Caught with keys 25 to life Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) But as I marinated
a crab from the sea of black And you're the barnacle on my back Yeah, you're the tooth that I can't extract I am the crow from the building juts And you
bricks with some chop sticks, i told you i got this [Chorus] You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich you aint never ever seen good trick You
Fat Joe] (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin
with the girls but leaving with the boy next door Can you fill me in Wearing a jacket, who's property Said you'd been queuing for a taxi But you left
you need a lawyer You got problems and you need to solve 'em You shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems If you'd have played your own shit You
that blonde, you think she likes black meat? [Shock G] She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the town But she's down, 'cause you
thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin' you, you sick Man you
nobody back, violently take a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in
, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with
tech close To you much respect goes for going through Had to put it on you, Allure you You gotta leave, I'll call you, it's been real Boy, I can't understand
? What's up? (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you
the funk jumps what you gonna want? Ain't gon' want nothin' industry punks You can run but ya can't hide from the ride You can say that it's dope but
street And I'm go get em' [gun shots] I was a reject on the ghetto blocks In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks (baby) Quanties but I know nobody
school is what you tell us But niggas in school is scared of the Good Fellas We got the Yayo, you can just say no But nobody makes a fuckin' move until
becouse it's death before dishonor An i'ma Make you bitches pay for this drama (gangsta shit) Did you say drama Snatched the extra keys To my hummer