in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click Get tossed and it'd do you no good Can't fuck wid my gang
no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide Let
off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be
bumpin' through your trunks And your radio, radio And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you sayin', you must never
kicked my ass, damn You overflex your authority too Put your foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot So I can run it in reverse You can treat me
enough So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin
let nobody know The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move Son, shots get loaded, don't ever run wit the crowd son Stick and move, you hear me
, we all usin' our brains And you don't have to strip through school Cover your body momma, everything is cool Let your daughter know her momz is smart And ask your heart 'fore you
from. I'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real complicated
niggaz I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks Three squares on the road, call it third bass Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face Shoot his ass
bitch like piggy meat Yeah, hehe You can get pork chopped, Young Money bitch Let the champagne cork pop, I will bat your man, Now go tell her short stop Okay bitch, you
here So the gallanting Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching here again May your feet serve you well And the rest be sent to
here You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Won't find me perching here again May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to
your fate Gots ta be the one you love to hate Gots ta be the one you let eat off your plate Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be your everything, yeah Gotta be your
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me Uhh, I like it