Think Fast Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Do that shit, ah 

(Shit,shit,shit) 

Ha, ha, eh, that's right 

(Shit,shit,shit) 

(Ha, ha, ha) 

Motherfucker, nice ride 

Eh, come on 

You know that bitch baby, he's talking shit about our clique 

But he don't crazy, you see the writing on my dick 

You know that trick Tracy, yes, she's making me sick 

Living that life we used to do the same shit 

Shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked 

And some would never learn to earn their own way 

Living of their daddy had he not been rich 

They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch 

You gotta change your tune or change your pitch 

Life ain't easy man, life's a bitch 

Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get 

Keep on going where you're headed you's alive to regret it 

Yes it hurts, to face the truth and realize 

That the worlds got your neck in a noose 

If things ain't like they ought to be you gotta think fast 

The aftermath of your actions whiplash 

Think fast 

This is some of that lonely shit 

Yo, I know you all tired of these wanna be thugs 

Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel 

Thinking they're going to peel somebody's cap 

My niggas cap roaming the streets with black cats 

Chrome straps sipping on brew 

Ready to react of any nigga they see that nigga could be me 

Capital ICE got a motherfucking 357, to put eleven holes in their chest 

Thinking they could test a real rider from the West 

Haa I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross 

And the ghettos been good to me 

But you've got to take precautions 

Brothers get what they least expect it or neglect it 

You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection 

Nowadays you got to pull shit 

Haters on some bullshit jumpin' out of Cadillacs 

And low lows with a full clip 

If your tool spits shake the spot or get your duck on 

'Cause if you press your luck on, stupid is what you're stuck on 

Think fast 

That girl Shelia got a daughter 

She be clubbing every night 

Sheila had her daughter young still that just ain't right 

Plus she rides the white horse 

She used to ride my pony 

If I hit it now, I'd break it 

'Cause Sheila's just too bony 

She can find you 

Four, three, two 

Smoking speed released the lions 

I'm not lying I'm not sober 

I'm still trying hiding the truth 

With substitutes a hundred proof 

A fuck up, face it 

One of L.A.'s wasted youth 

Label me as an enemy of the lost star 

For your protection and the tension caused 

My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused 

See we be breaking the law 

Smoking on non menthols thinking fast 

So I'm ready for any all out brawls 

And ya, brothers get your hustle on 

Ballers and get your shit tight 

House parties get shot up 

And turned up before midnight 

Drivebys and fistfights, zig zag and crack pipes 

There's a fifty fifty chance 

Thats the night will be last night 

Think fast 

Yeah