It all at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby It's not clear if the suspect 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 Southern playalistic is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on track, complimentin' that wickedness
See, one is for the money, two is for my who jack Niggaz ain't that shit no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin' I'm pissin' up on Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul
Too for comfort, too close to home Too to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own As long as I got this 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 keep on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, tell the future Tomorrow's another day but today, they might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out your Quick and snappy with a happy before you bleed Ask me if material shit is worth yo' life I don't know about yours but if so you smokin' pipes
Deep in the dungeon for these months Amongst the Dragon as we pass, around dem blunts Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I 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 a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my nuthin' But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you
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 that with that off in my chest Smokin' and tokin' them blacks that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the niggaz, they die I never no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty Be that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been stolen Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause it's this
I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in of the wild Up in the Benz is where I be about a hundred miles The world is fucked up, how these be drivin' drunk Vehicular with their 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, you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin' the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses I got a word of for those who must resist You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you fuck with this
While you sat down by the thinkin' about some seashells I was around the corner Pleasant Hill thinkin' about the V-12 But maybe not for long because I just seen the light I'm packin' my screwdriver so see I'm be alright
Just the steering wheel side to side like a slalom Now I ain't got no problem, I'm breakin' the steerin' column I him in the middle of the Marta parkin' lot
I'm hearin' a voice in the of my head yellin' Andre stop 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 best way to deal a car jacker Is to give them what they want