boogie jumps me Brother brother, please, turn on the TV See a black man dead, from a white man's powder See a white man scared, from a black man's power
ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig
so I leave the Bay Did dirt wit it now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude wig over Baby Bash He my smokin' nephew We be checkin' brains and cash We count G
your window something like +Brother Man+ It's just who we are If I see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage
, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man
yo ass claimin'? G Check [x8] I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie? Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no G Check [x8] Ran up on this
this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] What's up young Ro, that's my young nigga C.M.G. my click, and my family
state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zone Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots
Nigga huh, nigga huh We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in We're set trippin' nigga what, nigga what [Verse 1: Chingy] I crept in the spot
from the end onto the HTL man We gon keep it so fly so fresh and so clean Ya dig what I'm sayin G I B Yeah!
it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats up) The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.)
niggas take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time We're deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's plus a silly G
Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin?. [Chingy] Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin? to trip (g.i.b.) Ol? G
designed it [Chorus] Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech) Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb Got the drink and izzerb Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb Man
[Tupac Talking] Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot
, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put
with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man (Hey, eh, eh) [Verse 2] In drop top Glock cocked Got rocks in ma socks Cops spot
