This ain't no middleclass, some ghettotrash but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos everyone be packin' to suspense to robert ludlum and every cupid proclaims that he it and front a stunt to move - troop it all portray, to say that hard all the way but he seems to fade when have price to pay well I know so brother who buck you down for listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little Some chitchat, some pull a gat for some chitchat, pull a gat for that One day I had to witness this of heavy riff it seemed a trip how they that quick this pitiful vic never knew hittem on the temple make the dome drip some blood he was a young blood, physical prime and fit and the neighbourhood shook heads negative but he had it comin', ending later on I out motormouth talkin' loud, now stonecold on the turnin' blue, these do but not of shame talkin' untamed some name make your family your name so some start lookin' when words are spoken Once again, I the one who pulls all the stunts low pro, this I than one on the blunt never do what I'm and my head I then again I'm for the man who acts bold and my folks they know I love the but I packin' for luck '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 live by the trigger just figure when you chat about life ends much