Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and I can't stop staring at the tick tock
[Intro/Hook - x2] "Got front and back, and side to side" --- MC Ren "Got front and back, and side to side" "Got front and back, and side to side" [Pimp
[Intro/Hook x2] [MC Ren] "Got front and back, and side to side" "Got front and back, and side to side" "Got front and back, and side to side" [Pimp C
haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps I open flesh, leave no razor bumps And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire Sware, don't stare,
(feat. The Game) [W.C.:] Twist the cap back and turn it up and Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me
evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray We used to jump rope but now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project
fi look, some a fi stare, some a fi jump, some a fi cheer From Halfway Tree right back to Madison Square Busta Rhymes back in here coolin wid di chandelier
[W.C.:] Twist the cap back and turn it up and Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me Smellin' like ooh-
heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
poor and I don't know why Too much, too many people, too much Too much, too many people, too much! A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People
And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished ? before, so it's a fact I support Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you
staring at your sister, I'll tell you this You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this
all against you Hatin on you, the bitches and niggas sayin you wack When everything you got workin is play in the back Go back to crack Go back to sprayin
the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping] Killa Dipset! [Chorus] [Cam'Ron and (Juelz Santana)] Jump! Back
my calls Like the other day, Young Love called me from school She answered and hung up, arguments was brung up For a hot second, hit me with tears, somethin not expected Stared
ride the Coney Island vacation This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine And then I jump