*(two dope fiends talking)*. . (whistle). . Hahahaha.. . *Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk, by the. time it get to her stomach it's spoiled... ahaha!*.
Would ya quit, fucking me high off. 'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss. Petal to the metal. Drinking X.O., nothing but X.O.. . I'm broke, you broke, we all broke.
[Chorus]. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.. T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us..
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*. . Posted up in the cut. to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs. showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs.
[Scarface]. Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see. Do you think I'm cra-zy? (AAAAAGHHH! Just bein me). Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free. Free from all this bullshit that's constantly surroundin me.
(feat. Mr. Short Khop). . Supreme gangsta shit. We dream gangsta shit. {rain pouring} Yes {electric shock, beaker tingling}. Yes {knock on dorr}. Yeah what is it? {continual knocking on door}.
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key. DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me. I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key. DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me.
You've been missin'. Out on all the chances you've been given. Is it something within. Holding you back instead of livin'. . Your day is coming though it seems far.