This shit on the stove already sold It ain't even dry yet How you think they'll miss you when you gone If you ain't even died yet Right is right and wrong is wrong And you still ain't even slide yet On my way, I was getting on Come home and flood the projects You can't say you fuck with gee If you ain't picked a side yet They just watched the mystery build up They want the climax On the watch I sent her to the store to get a Pyrex Quarter from my nigga Imma try to add like nine grips I prefer the water now At first I used to dry whip I can't show no sympathy if you told Even if you dry snitch Pillow talking to them hoes Like you ain't know that's our bitch My nigga said his pole make him feel big But he just 5'6 Threw them people more elbow's than the rock But I am not Chris I done seen a lot of cold niggas Get hit with hot shit If you catch a body for EST For life you locked in Bullets to the face The only way to cool a hot head I gave her 200 Told her call me when the box land She gave me a key and everything She say its my crib Ion got no problem with that either She got mop head She stay on her knees so much That I forgot she got legs I was only 10 When I found out what a Glock is We gone leave him dead If we find out where his block is 10 will make them clear the whole crib Even if he got kids Catch a nigga unexpectedly Like a pop quiz Know the streets will put you in a twist Like a lock dread Freaky keep his heat and keep a brick But he is not Craig I popped so much ecstasy It turned me to the ya man Juuga got a bitch That know exactly where the opps live Who put bread on Gee I couldn't believe it cause I'm not dead