Arty] Check it out huh, this is how it's going down From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown [x2] [Verse 1: A.G.] It's time to hit
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it
garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you
a, from a young G's perspective Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It
just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone Bet a million and a half cash, I can
with it, girl Then you can get it, girl And if you thinkin' it Let's start drinkin', let it go, girl Check it out You ain't a dime, you's a silver dolla It
gotta lotta love Got a lotta love G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin' office 'Cuz we're on a totally different tip Fuck
ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my
souls and find The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a
fuck it's comin' from It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make a bitch kneel, Evil E the gray steel Shows, ho's, junior pimp sweat out
m not bitter 'Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga America was stole from he Indians, show and prove What was that? A straight up nigga move A low down shame, yo it
checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They'
rain with the one I love, on my mind [Verse 2: Ice-T] the truth is, it ain't easy for a brother from the streets to ever show an affection or an aim
make sure we do it again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up And don't think a nigga sprung 'cos you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and
Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore It is not about lyrics anymore It's about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot
out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out Let it
got it, I got it(Ha) It's been a long time comin' I'm back like I forgot something important Can't have a problem with me I fade it to black like church
