I'll be coming the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or I'm picking up and throwing 'em down like Call me Kenny Anderson cause I slam those Southern I bragging, folks dragging me up and down the road To be fucked up when I gets into my mode go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggas machine guns, I think that is the answer But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from people?' I'm making 300 on my SAT and I am Ain't no sequel, no saga, no way out, I'm I've had it up to of niggas trying to serve us To graduate is really becoming a very journey I like a steering wheel, for them is trying to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the I think not, Officer Friendly to dig up in me He said I'm half assed and got no And so he me up the creek and shit Stroking like without no paddle But niggas is getting smart, we back on the No longer, y'all know y'all had us down for some the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices in my head and they keep me
As I step, the is empty No words as I serve my Southern dialect, so I get respect Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G Let my nuts down to the flo' main Smoking that dang dang, making swang In my 2-8-0 Z, can see me Cruising down the block, just like I was a In a world of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Mo-B T-Mo, Khujo, Cee-Lo, J and my rather be Don't on next, I break necks too Rollin with Outkast, PA, Mob for the 94 Yeah, you know what I'm
I hear voices in my and they keep callin me
Yeah, I'm bucking motherfuckers Not ducking 'em the goose, I'm heavily strapped, yeah niggas Squeezin like that noose around your neck You can't hang with this, see ain't no thangs to I show no pity so take off I'm dangerous I breaks 'em off like I was Street, see I be breaking of breaking, break on how to get your life taken, boy Fucking around with me will get cabbage cut, your wig split Simply means I'm bringing the funk the hollow tips Player shit is how I'm it Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a So fuck it or flip it, I'll be a player afro with nigga naps off in my hair Shit, that's quickly how I run my shit and how it be nigga B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, ye See I'm a player, got my on Thinking about the volume and thickness of my You see that cash is in my shit like colon though I never smoke that shit like...yeah I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the So don't flex or get served a pop neck shit OG, original gangsta, not But maybe when I'm locked up, lifting weights, getting right Life's a bitch with a G-string off in your ass with it hey So you can see who can hang But y'all wanna do nothing, y'all can go to hell Ain't no players in office cause I'm locked off in a So can you feel me,
I hear in my head and they keep callin me
Khujo, in dope, bring it I got more problems the average Joe So don't come 'round me with your flam, hot damn It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a K's madness capping to do more load, so my fire looking through the want ads And red hot, desire in your pot with something wicked But you can't feel it, sticking out monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's to blast they ass Mr. take off your hat Can't even my my locs in Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral got it Made you go on hoe's bar Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Mo crew And they just might want to you Out the quickness The of living is beginning to be a risky business Unkay, Parkay. How do you like the taste of hot butter melting your biscuits? This is your brain on drugs, is your brain, Don't cut niggas I hang with there were apartments In Chapel Forest, it's getting The hunting is on the prowl, yeah! I let out a call to the I let out a to the wild