


Remember back in the days,
when nikkaz had waaaaves
Gazelle shaaaaaaaaaaades,
and corn braaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiids

And I'm down with the shyt too
For the stupid motherfukkers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the fukk happens

If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot

Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nikka gettin took out
shyt, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfukkin stressed, things done changed

one big ass quotable, that entire song - one of my all time favorite songs!!!