Open your eyes you oughta realize the fact That you've been gettin' used like a trick You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick See you
you hoop with Swing around like you stupid, king'a the town, yeah I been that You know I click clack where you and your men's at Do the Smurf, do the
fight for you - I'd lie for you Walk the wire for you - ya I'd die for you Ya know it's true Everything I do - I do it for you SOMEBODY I bin lookin
, no, no Living day to day but don't live for tomorrow Things we be doin' for money Livin' in the street when you're hungry The way you start to live
, that's my word is bon We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn Chorus: rampage and rah digga This is what happens When you fuck with
hips everything five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two
waiting for them to pass through Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat Grits For dinner It was pain Almost drive a man insane What we could find for To survive another
automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it For fuckin' wit' the wrong motherfucker That you thought you had you a trickhead Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you
smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it You need to be immediately treated while you breathin or you'll be leavin the
if you don't want to take the heat You better roll out that door 'Cause they're leaving five bout minutes in the car They're gonna go driving far And
is bon We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn This is what happens When you fuck with my clique This is what happens When you bitin
I liked you better, you were running on top Taught you to dance and you told me to stop Get on the freeway at two hundred and five That's not the limit
I clip y'all off and keep smokin [Chorus: repeat 2X] I don't care who you with, or who you get Or what you got, all of that'll get you shot Everybody
like Earl Manson You can die where you stand You got his back you can die with your man I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down You
joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you Verse
wild rose water the plant Son, you know what it is From the moment that you come over the bridge And if you don't ride with me I'm gonna show you some