Relapse

[Intro: Chris Rock as Pookie in New Jack City] This crack shit man, it's got me man I got no control over it man I tried to kick it man, but the shit just be callin' me man It be callin' me man, I just gotta go to it I need help, man [Verse] Ayo Ayo, you niggas must be sniffin' white For thinkin' me and you was ever close to alike, dike, you Fisher-Price I'm like the new Benny Blanco, makin' sure you miss your flight Catch you outside of the airport, and clip your lights I need my chips to stack like six midget type Before the end of the year's up and that shit is light I'm way iller than the bullshit you niggas write Hit your windpipe, twist a knife, never miss the nights Mommy said "son, switch your life" Streetz got you, it's the night to howl at the moon like a wolf in strife While you move timid We was cookin' up the hard in the jar that used to have the baby food in it Tell the fiend "wait a few minutes" Fuck the judge, the DA, the captain and the lieutenant You a fool if when you get the paper all you do is spend it Or shit that don't get you more chicken It's the flow that sent mortal opps to the mortician Bro listen, I shine mad bright, more than glisten Got it on my own 'cause before niggas never saw the vision Now my shit way more than clickin' Your work garbage, you cook yours Tried to front and had a doctor wrappin' up your face with the good gauze Slide on you niggas like church socks on wood floors You niggas ass-backwards, lovin' thots like good broads It's the lord, nothin' over that Body everything and disappear off the scene like the Zodiac MPA 930 with the gold shoulder strap My right palm got your soul attached Nigga