all All the homies on the streets start pumping all Fill up the streets with Sherm and heat Make 'em wiggle like worms, lift niggas out of they seat Shift
? Yeah, nigga it's yours Oh, I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? Of course Well, count down nigga to end for these fakers Bet we hit this time and
from the spark of the Dutch Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch Speed ballin', like we all in a rush While we switch a
With the top on drop and the trunk on pop Boy, you can't tell me a damn thang Fifth wheel on the back just hang Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains With
wrong fashion Feel the wind blow through your hair My aim is square on your backbone You're home alone and your mom work the double shift Just enough time for me to hit
life dude vroom vroom give me room fool [You can catch me switching lanes lanes switching lanes lanes switching lanes lanes] X2 You can catch me switching
a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your blackest stallion hit your house Projects
and skin When the dry walls start closin' in I mosey out to hold the win Kill switch, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Kill switch, kill switch Kill switch, yeah
will (will) Save me from this hell.. I shifted in Ravished, forced back to the south (south) Dealing against my will (will) Save me from this hell.. I shifted
a hit man I risk game out to game fame Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains The baddest when it come to this bitch game New coops, dicks shifts switch
up flows that Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that Hardcore no R and B singer Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger The head
Catch a whiff nit-wit Slick 6 style switch like a whip stick shift I stole rap like the Grinch stole Christmas My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to
a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalian, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion, Hit
song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit
full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house
and tan Avalanche. [T.I] Jackers never had a chance, sell em in the Avalanche, they hopped out the van and startin shootin like a cameraman, top down, hit the switch
livin large and better then ever and clever to battle me never Whether or not you rock alot or rhyme To twist and shift the pitch to switch the gift