Lyrics:
Quick We Have But A Second

true to the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line

a fire/ Like a test of wheels, a lot of determination and skills/ And ain't a damn thang ever come easy/ Not when a nigga gotta pay these bills/ Scrape

war they got I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker that would hesitate to aim and see the chamber Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from You can hide but

They had(?) Mag's and told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made people strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?) Had the place took in a minute and some seconds

The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that The 4th comin', don't look now there's more comin' And we all stunners with lil' money but still

sucker To pay a fee for pussy but not me, motherfuckah I move quick with my pool stick, slicker than Willie Slicker than Kelly, slicker than KY Jelly But

For fifteen years I've been a real player So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah I met this girl in Atlanta She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand

a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up Or CONFUSE ME with a Canibus or Dre with a DUPRI We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you Blackballed and

an alcoholic I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket