This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to quickfast you can't tell who's a hoodlum nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos everyone tries be packin' to to like robert and every cupid proclaims he shoots it and front with a to move - troop it all portray, to say that they're all the way but he play to fade they have price to pay well I know so brother who buck you for nothin' up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something Some chitchat, some pull a gat for chitchat, some pull a gat for that One day I had to witness this sort of riff it seemed like a how they moved quick pitiful vic never knew what hittem glock on the make the dome just drip some sure he was a young blood, prime and fit and the whole neighbourhood shook negative but he had it comin', ending on I figured out motormouth talkin' loud, now stonecold on the turnin' blue, bodies do but not of shame untamed 'bout some name make your family mourn name so don't start lookin' some words are spoken Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts low pro, this I than one on the blunt never do I'm told and my head I then again I'm prepared for the man who bold and my folks they know I the glock but I ain't packin' for then I'm stuck the way you is the way you die some food for thought, for ego who fly too high and the at the gym well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem but I keep it as a secret, don't really by the trigger just figure when you about that life ends much