This ain't no middleclass, talkin' ghettotrash but the ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast nowadays you tell who's a hoodlum nowadays you can't who's a hoodlum nowadays you can't tell a hoodlum, 'cos everyone be packin' to suspense to robert ludlum and every proclaims that he shoots it and front with a stunt to move - it all portray, to say that hard all the way but he seems to fade they have price to pay well I know so brother who buck you for nothin' listen up stupid, 'cos I a little something Some chitchat, pull a gat for that some chitchat, some a gat for that One day I had to this sort of heavy riff it seemed a trip how they that quick this pitiful vic never knew hittem glock on the the dome just drip some blood sure he was a blood, physical prime and fit and the whole shook heads negative but he had it comin', stiff on I figured out motormouth talkin' loud, now on the ground blue, these bodies do but not because of talkin' untamed 'bout name make your family mourn your 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 I hold then I'm prepared for the man who acts bold and my folks they I love the glock but I ain't 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 it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger just when you chat about that life ends quicker