Yeah, uh

Yeah, uh

Uh, woah shit, woah shitWoah, woah shit, woah shit

Woah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah

It′s gon' be weird, don′t cut it off, though, uh

Big black truck

Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar

Bitch, back up

They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada

Click-clack, blood

Gather the women and children, then take them inside

Bitch, back up

Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry

Up in the morning at 6:45 (Woah, woah)

When I be up, I be talking to God (Woah, woah)

We in the jungle, it′s scary, oh my (Woah, woah)

Lions and tigers and niggas with knives (Woah, woah)

Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? (Woah, woah)

I think they setting me up for demise (Woah, woah)

I think they plottin′, just look in they (Woah, woah)

Woah, shit, woah, shit, okay

I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic

Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics

Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas

I′m working on my back swing, they coming at my back attacking

A tackle, a technical foul, travel

Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle?

And, bitch, your bottom butler buddy getting blacked on

If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on

Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, brap-brap at your hat

Send me up to Sing Sing for that

If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that

Shoot the picture, if I get you

I'ma get you, when I get you, I′ma get you, Jack

I'm kickin′ back thinkin' how these niggas tried to hate me

In the rear view mirror like, are y'all serious?

I′ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles

But these be the killers for real (Yeah)

Up in the morning at 6:45 (Woah, woah)

When I be up, I be talking to God (Woah, woah)

We in the jungle, it′s scary, oh my (Woah, woah)

Lions and tigers and niggas with knives (Woah, woah)

Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? (Woah, woah)

I feel they setting me up for demise (Woah, woah)

I think they plottin', just look in they eyes (Woah, woah)

Shit, woah, shit, okay

Big black truck

Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar

Bitch, back up

They want a problem, not really, but really, it′s nada

Click-clack, blood

Gather the women and children, then take them inside

Bitch, back up

Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry

Nigga, you know how we ridin′, nigga

Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only