gotta do My nigga just do what ya gotta do Even if you gotta spark a few Just rob a few jack move It's just another day I gotta get paid Niggas ain't
this life, it's not nice, You don't want to live this life, no this life, it's not nice. (Layzie Bone) Nigga shot, hold on before you jump and just
the bionic It's WC and Face back on 'em draulics We blazing no stems and like my nigga Shaquille O'neal I keep 'em datin' locals, hangin' on the center
motherfucker this is it Hold them up where I can see em I take a small bit Cuz if you make a false move it'll cost ya No need to cry for help, the world just
for all the things I did No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts Front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring
in Hell for all the things I did? No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts Front if you want, kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks, kid,
go it is for the crimelord might as well lock me up you give me the cuffs.. and I aint gonna know why I just can't, can't, can't get enough were like jack
I look now, bitch look down [Verse 1] Ok she wobbly wobbly dropping it properly got her legs in an angle, that shit just look like Isosceles I got 80 carats on
guys, we was dealin' crack That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap But I don't have a beard and
See shirts that say "We gotta get over" That juggy shit is over, the war is on I on;y want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture Focused like
"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just
on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on
me, here's your time to jock, G, don't jack me Don't pack no axe like a savege I ran track stars back to their crib, create craters In there, I'm holding
the ones thats holdin me back They the same people bringing me down Thats why anytime I hop up on the mic there ain't no holding me back Watch I show
class to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps? meet me on the football field, don't sleep on
want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back
that I'm comin With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin I creep in when the lights out, sneak in to get you out Lo jacks on my ears to tell me
get it on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on I can't wait to get it on I'm just a smoky boy from the land of the lost You can't see