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