wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin
around Say word, you was the same pretty bird Who I had priorly observed, tryin' to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played
"Supreme" talkin' to you and shit You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock Suprise, time started
it down Twelve hundred sixty two grams Heavy chevy runnin fuck it It's a bucket trap car Red dogs to my nigga Trying to trap a track star Hell naw we
Yeah, scene so thick Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot Nuttin' but that U.G.K. All the playas, all the hustlers Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob Y
motherfuckin' track star, pig's got a Jeep Like Big Mouth, runnin' through motherfucker's backyards So I grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin
Get 4 times what you paid, divide the labor costs An' still come away with enough to play An' I see the same shit, niggaz younger than me Runnin' the
save the damn day Fly than a pelican, leanin' of medicine Johnny pay checks slash playa made Mexican Theres my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Went back to school yo, the next day Didn't look at home girls the same way Started askin' neighbors can they girls come out to play Instead of hide
fights like Tyson When playin' this game of life, I'm losin' Longin' to be enlightened Absorb my mind state, reduce the crime rate And take me out, when runnin
, level three, when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One, two, one, two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV, level three, when I fly
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil
Seventy two hours incarcerated All becouse my hood floss bloody body's On the pavement That playa hater shit Is what brings that type of drama What a nigga need to start
let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots Startin
who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin
dust Trust or bust, cuss and get drunk and talk big shit Man yo bitch so quick and dip Hop on the site like like we used to do Fly handlebars, his All-stars
Yo, check it out Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace Yo what up kid? From the what, what, what team is that you play for again? The
