no car and I got no money I asked you to dance at the disco but you said no The whole world was watching and laughing On the day that I crashed and burned
the drug store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him
-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me brush, now bust it
I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga I set trip and I slowly blas With a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin', stains of blood on your
makin' all them threats Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half Smash rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes At last it's the crew that party crashes
of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work
wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh well, there's blackjack, poker And a roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on every deal All you need is money and nerves
classic joints, and while you at it Pass the joint, let's push this music past the point Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed
slide Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens Rag time drag through 36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction Crash y'all since you in fast ball And
live it, any place I visit I got land there, how can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello, push wigs back and push six coup's that's yellow, bust
your knot Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and
touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down doors And
your village Slaughter your children And rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin through that door like dun da dun da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and
bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG Twista bitch and I from the shy With my Memphis connect and I ain't going' lie We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit And
up, c'mon start the show So I can breath and achieve the impossible I want the bootleggers to get it The wise words of Xzibit You never seen me crash and burn
roll sit back and crash the Mo' And If I gotta bash the hoe, I'ma back slap her throat What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck Wid Gail
