the ratchet waitin, since you hatin Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw
Man He come flyin' out the barrel doin' Mach 9 With his fist comin' straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs 'cuz it's always tickin' I throw
and even woods stockers Don't need a passport to send a post card, send me a message let me know how you are Whether you are walkin or drivin in your car, throw
cases fuck a black card. You see these green faces look at my chest now you've seen vegas I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted Cuz I'm a money machine
to say It's all about makin' that GTA 'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in
If we run far away, do you think we will ever die? We'll throw these books in the fire Can you stop the train, cause it some delay? The change machine
the store Walked in the store and grab some sheeking Cause later on that night a brother went deep in Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine
in Hell And Heaven's gates are tall and strong And the Father is forgiving for however you wrong If you think life is a game of chance, be prepared to throw
Man He come flyin' out the barrel doin Mach 9 With his fist comin' straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs 'cause it's always tickin' I throw
but I think it's time we got back To being apart if you want to. Back and forth like a pinball stuck between Those rubber bumpers on the top of the machine
Yo Jacky, this Keith It's the answering machine I left the keys under the rug There's some meat up in the closet If you goin' throw it out tonight I'
worth its weight in gold Yeah, we're talkin' Krugerrands, doubloons I was wonderin', do you think They have an ATM machine for bad habits? I think I'll apply for that card
laxitive Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine You gotta find a better way I'll pull your card
ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem while my answering machine screening
word I'm never certain how to spell Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on And throw away my misery It never meant that much to me It never sent a 'Get Well' card
to say It?s all about makin that gta *chorus* Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we?ll pull your card Knowin nothin
