ALL I'M THINKING

[Intro]

Fuck you, baby, fuck you, baby

Fuck you— fuck you— fuck you, baby

[Chorus: EST Gee]

Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member

Loaded, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them

[Verse 1: EST Gee]

Just in case you thought that I forgot, I remember

It took way too long to hit me back to consider

I still bang the same shit from way back, I ain't flippin'

Big as you could think or picture that, but just bigger

I'm who hit the road and made it back with that chicken

Why do all that gangsta shit then rap? I don't get it

Gave y'all the blueprint then fade to black like I'm Jigga

Losses that I took, don't change the fact, I'm a winner

[Chorus: EST Gee]

Sat back in the trеnches with my strap, I'ma member

Loadеd, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them

[Verse 2: Mozzy]

Kicked the cup when Tec' was at his peak and now I'm back to sippin'

Back on that appeal, they cracked the gates, nigga, back to trippin'

Wired sent to Hutch and Benny Baller, lil' half a ticket

We the ones around this motherfucker, go and ask them bitches

Brackin' with it, we ain't wrestlin' with you, we gon' smack a nigga

Had it on you, you ain't Chip Ahoy 'em, you's a rapper, nigga

Where he land? Any yard he touch, I make it bad for niggas

Bad intention, Brash Dummy Records, we gon' crash a nigga

Rollie came from lil' bruh, he blessed me when he grabbed a nigga

Cuban from the prostitute, paid 50K in cash, lil' nigga

Titties done, ass is bigger, G.O.D., my bag is bigger

We ain't worried 'bout nothin', niggas holla, them boys action figures

[Chorus: EST Gee]

Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member

Loaded, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings

All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping

All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas

All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them

[Outro]

Fuck you, baby, fuck you, baby

Fuck you— fuck you— fuck you, baby