[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] 12AM I creep slow Tryina get my jack on, nigga, but you don't hear me, hoe I'm in the streets on the hunt I got a Glock in the front, a pump in the trunk Stopped at the light just waitin '93 Cherokee creep slow on them gold Daytons I rolled on his ass real slow And stuck the Glock 9 through his window Now he don't got a chance He screams, "Please don't shoot!" as he shits in his pants You can be black or a fuckin cracker If you got what I want I'm gonna have to jack ya I put the Glock in your fuckin mouth And if you talk shit I blow your fuckin brains out I'm gettin paid, so Chad don't give a fuck And if you got a bitch I'ma throw her ass in the trunk Down the street is another mark nigga in a Benzo Bout to get killed for his ( ? ) He got brave and said, "Nigga, what's up-a?" Look at you now, you stupid fucker Another nigga in the white chalk The wagon drove up and scraped his ass off the sidewalk I had to get my serve on, now it's back to the hood Cause Klas 1 is up to no good
(Give me what you got) (Stick 'em up)
[ VERSE 2: Koo Rod ] Another day in my neighborhood Niggas try to catch me slippin because they know I'm livin good Since every day isn't promised to me Shit, I always pack a Gat and I creep 4 Deep And now these fools wanna test me But them hoes don't ( ? ) without a motherfuckin ( ? ) G They thought they caught a nigga slippin at the sto' With Glock 9 I blew one through the Stop-n-Go And now this chick is talkin shit You better shut the fuck up or prepare to die, bitch I jump behind the counter steady gunnin Five niggas tried to break like hoes steady runnin Tryina make it to they six-fo' But I blast on they ass and dropped two mo' Damn, and now these cops wanna come with that ( ? ) shit Yellin, "Freeze, lay it down on the pavement!" But my niggas pulled up on the whistle Popped the trunk and start lettin off missiles I got the pigs on the run from the kill Buckshots knockin cops through motherfuckin windshiels And now we can't be stopped, hah Playin tic-tac-toe with these redneck cops That's how it is in my neighborhood Save that drama for your mama, bitch, cause I'm up to no goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
