you'll turn into a zombie!
Cause niggas go to court, take the stand
They let hands fly Pistol on standby
When you hold court in the street,
You know we're blocking from
Going to the store to get
I'm not the one, let mom pop ya
In the stash, house is 20 keys,
half a mil, nine choppers
You could call the psychic,
for all I care, crime stoppers
toothpaste can't go back in the tube
Packin' a Mac, yeah, I'm Mac,
reminiscent of poltergeist
Can't cry though, fuck it,
Jamila from the third floor,
the bitch suck with all the might, alright
went all night with the 3rd floor hoe
y fuckin' slackin' before
we taste cut, cook baggin' ain't nothin'
better than crooks with cabbage
fuck lookin' average, stay fly till I die
yes, I'm stuck with lavish
I be dumpin' metal the short bus at 2 .30,
man I'm somethin' special
I wish you would pop on me,
that Glock on me, I'll pop on V,
Them niggas call the cops on me
I ride by, drop the V, no top,
Real estate is great, yes, no monopoly
We kicked it like the soccer league, she I
I'm like Socrates, squares in my circle,
now my triangles are societies
Mission impossible, nah, not even probably
the prophets say I'm a prophecy
and Miss Rose apartment taping us
I like Mickey and Mallory
Oh yeah, because of our kids
Oh yeah, because of our kids