Letras:
Used Cars Back On Our Own

Feels good to be back on the streets Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love *chorus* When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see

here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money and recyclin it through the ghettoes and buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on

One shot, they disappearin It's ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit Took home, "Ready to Die," listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit

some real thug stories I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin' y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga

, all these niggaz out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on

million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your

meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips bought to make our own porno flicks, my

you. See, what I have to say is so very important to our relationship. Why is it that every time we go out on the town, we get around our friends? Man

on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid don't say that That's when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic The way