Hell yes

[ Rhimeson ]

Can I roll with you?

[ Prode'je ]

Nigga, what can I do?

When I still seem

To day-dream and fiend for green

Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin

In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin

[ Rhimeson ]

So now it's time for me to grab the strap

And put you in a sleeper eternally

That's what my psychic's tellin me

So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I

Know it ain't shit for me to lose...

[ Prode'je ] ...So I

Asked the big homie to put it down for me

When I was down you been around for me

Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola

That I can rack for ya

[ Rhimeson ]

For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City

Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties

But to drop off ki's and collect my g's

My fees for this job is three g's

[ Prode'je ]

Let's see if I can get it crackin for me



[ Prode'je ]

Can I roll with you?

[ Rhimeson ]

Nigga, what can I do

For you, now that it's really on and poppin?



[ Prode'je ]

Went to the city and my big homies is ???

With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me?

I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes

So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights

[ Rhimeson ]

Turn to your skull where your brains was

Game recognize game, can you dig it?

I did it, stackin to see what's happenin

Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz

[ Prode'je ]

With this I'm buyin powdered shit

So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot

Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie

This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies

[ Rhimeson ]

But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket

Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it

(In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass

2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin



[ Rhimeson ]

Nigga, what's happenin?

Shall we get to scrappin or cappin?

A king-size .44 magnum to tag em

[ Prode'je ]

Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit

I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch

[ Rhimeson ]

And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize

When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die

[ Prode'je ]

Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas

I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger

[ Young Prod ]

I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real

>From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill

But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card

I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all

[ Rhimeson ]

And all I did was struggle for my land

And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man

[ Prode'je ]

And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me

With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy