[Verse]
Yo, Lord, did you peep that? ("What?")
That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that!
Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat
Hugh Hef' robes (Go 'head!)
Bang on that out-of-town nigga, 'cause he UFO (Blaow!)
Patiently press upon him ("What? Wutup??")
Ask him, "Who you know? Where you from?" ("What's up, duke?")
Watch how you pop ya gum
Empty ya pockets 'fore the cops come
When that bus take off past the light that ass better run an'–
Don't look back (No), hide if you have to
Dollar vans is running, the boats every half too
Even got a .38, don't give me no hastle
When that little brown book in your pocket, read Mathew's
Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice
So run, little doggy – wolves is comin'
Tell him, London – he'd get done in
Flame broil his brains, hangin' out his onion
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