It all at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby not clear if the suspect caused it, it is clear he wielded A hammer and to get out of his car
Yeah, yeah, it From alligator belts to patty melts, I be smoothest nigga So how do you figga that Atlant be pullin' dem triggas The playalistic 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 shit no mo', they got big and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be now? I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, cracker was foul
Too close for comfort, too close to Too to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own As as I got this legally People see that we can be on top of things without
Another nigga sorrow, I it seems it ain't enough to go around But on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, can't the future Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might you
For ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out your seat Quick and snappy with a face before you bleed Ask me if that shit is worth yo' life I don't know yours but if so you smokin' pipes right
Deep in the for these many months Amongst the Dragon 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 made a moves I still blame it on session 'cause I can't the due I guess, I feel that gettin' a Benz is out of the
The world is Hootie Hoo, but in my pockets nuthin' But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke
I'm travelin' up to Jersey with four keys off in my And thinkin' of startin' the ways to get that krunk See, yes, I be that nigga with that sess off in my chest and tokin' them token blacks that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz, they die I never fuck no bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty Be activatin' that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been 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 is where I be doin' about a hundred miles The world is fucked up, how these be drivin' drunk Vehicular homicide with bodies off in your trunk
To me the is not belong, I use that strong arm robbery Robbin' spree, at me, W M B Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha with verses
Comin' the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses I got a of wisdom for those who must resist You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you can't fuck this
While you sat by the seashore thinkin' about some seashells I was around the from Pleasant Hill thinkin' about the V-12 But not for long because I just done seen the light I'm packin' my so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the wheel side to side like a slalom Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin' the column I spot him in the middle of the parkin' lot
I'm hearin' a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre But do I stop, naw, I it's a come up But now I'm goin' down 'cause the wanna run up, damn
These days, the way to deal with a car jacker Is to give them what they want