three points there Oh yeah, hey, what they, where he'd get that clothes? Outta your closet, Yeah, you mean, you mean my wife's closet No, J.C. Penny man. J.C. Penny
I'ma cock it and bust it Niggaz tryna get it addicted to fast living Get rich or die trying nigga as 50 I've been Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior
in that abates three separate foreign meds While I use the hook line and sinker simple fishing Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi
in a coffin Federal stakeouts, spots get raided Shots get traded Come in a lock everything rock related Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated Bodies get operated
spittin' this rap shit for too long To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs And best don't get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation
feet, runny nose, headache, insomnia Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burpin' I'm only three and gotta
all niggas mentions Words, but won't do nothin like revolutions Every man is created equal, besides me Specifications on my I.D., I multiply by three