no car and I got no money I asked you to dance at the disco but you said no The whole world was watching and laughing On the day that I crashed and burned
your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and
and pollutin' your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And
bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG twista bitch and I from the shy with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit and
of fact we shackin with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten Combatin, these individ's, that burn they bridges Come on our street, and
Pac's attraction I grip thangs And it's hard and cold it'll make ya heart a cold I sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to hold And I'll tell you somethin
what ya told, the remote control Crash course ya shit, ya know how we ROLL When I tumble and drive then you reply Myyy myyy myyy, my-my-my! Yo, I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me and
missile launched fire burn quick, every SHIT we drop From the GROUND with another sound yes we put it down and always BOOM and pound, so we shut 'em down {Chorus: Busta
as a matter of fact we crack em down us against brown,run fast like you ran track never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk crash, toss the heat and
I drink a V-8 splash Niggaz, fuck with me, and you will get smashed I'm gettin, head in the whip, and I won't even crash I'm sayin, niggaz don't fuck
brains twisted and talkin loud and shit Liqour ridden, fire spittin women will knuckle you bitch You troublin whips, niggas rent, can't afford a six Crash and
] I'm an east coast bitch Pull, cock, spit Hot boys shit Straight, run your shit Bling, bling Yeah i want the rolex and chains Medallions and rings Bracelets and
Before you get battered and bruised and pistol whipped I get a grip 50100's and count it up Me and my niggas mounted and ready to act a fool and act a
A dollar rule. Raw business shit in my hands, and shakes yours with it. Till you cause fridget. Local or long distance. Gets master served. And crash a burn
seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down I watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn I'm a-watchin' and
smoke and fire And the market burnin' down Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn And
y'all gonna get And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this And my gun bust and gun never miss I
on the block slingin boulders Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas Goin nowhere fast Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash About the whip and
