Verse One: E-40
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a n**** with a grip
and hit his a** quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a n***** s***
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to f***** work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them n***** cheated, played me false
We had em eatin, s*** 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick a** b****, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern b******, aka Posie p****fictious
Verse Two: Spice-1
n**** been holdin guts, but s*** on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material s***
that's when I get to killin s*** (killin s***)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta f*** with savage thug
Pistol pop in they a**, see n***** be gettin this twisted
It's that b**** that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven n***** bust in the room with AK's
while a n**** be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that n****, that n**** didn't make that money
Left them n***** jacked up, and the b**** she macked him
He's a busta, punk a** n****, y'all know the streets -aca
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a n**** with a grip
and hit his a** quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a n***** s***
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to f***** work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them n***** cheated, played me false
We had em eatin, s*** 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick a** b****, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern b******, aka Posie p****fictious
Verse Two: Spice-1
n**** been holdin guts, but s*** on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material s***
that's when I get to killin s*** (killin s***)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta f*** with savage thug
Pistol pop in they a**, see n***** be gettin this twisted
It's that b**** that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven n***** bust in the room with AK's
while a n**** be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that n****, that n**** didn't make that money
Left them n***** jacked up, and the b**** she macked him
He's a busta, punk a** n****, y'all know the streets -aca