It all started at an accident on Bankhead and Ashby It's not clear if the suspect caused it, it is clear he A hammer and to get out of his car
Yeah, yeah, it From alligator to patty melts, I be that smoothest nigga So how do you figga that Atlant don't be dem triggas The Southern pimp is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, that wickedness
See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who Niggaz ain't takin' that no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin' I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, that was foul
Too close for comfort, too to home Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why you get yo' own As long as I got legally see that we can be on top of things without causin'
Another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go But keep on holdin' on like Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, can't the future another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, be out your seat Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed Ask me if material shit is worth yo' life I don't know about yours but if so you smokin' right
in the dungeon for these many months Amongst the Dungeon as we pass, around dem blunts Had to cut it out shears, but for years I used to burn 'em Gettin' deep in my thoughts just to get off my sternum
Chess, I never played but many a moves I still it on session 'cause I can't remember the due I guess, I that gettin' a Benz is out of the question
The is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my pockets nuthin' But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you
I'm up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk And thinkin' of startin' the ways to get that motherfucker See, yes, I be that nigga with that sess off in my chest Smokin' and tokin' them token blacks wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz, they die I fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty Be activatin' that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has stolen Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause it's like
I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in of the wild Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a hundred The world is fucked up, how these niggaz be drivin' Vehicular homicide their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong, I use that strong arm spree, look at me, W M B Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha with these
Comin' around the projects make you sleep off in dem I got a word of for those who must resist You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you can't fuck with
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' about seashells I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill thinkin' about the But maybe not for long I just done seen the light I'm packin' my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be
Just moving the steering wheel side to side a slalom Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin' the column I spot him in the of the Marta parkin' lot
I'm hearin' a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre But do I stop, naw, I figure a come up But now I'm goin' down 'cause the folks run up, damn
These days, the way to deal with a car jacker Is to simply give them what they