Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"
[Verse Two: CappaDonna]
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nuttin but experience placed upon track with the true sound, not lyin out the crown When we not workin we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type that get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast soundin just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop frontin is the issue It's my turn, live niggaz could pass Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up..."
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"
[*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*]
One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing