| Throw me a shotgun nigga, lets get high tonight
|
| Oh god please, dont let a nigga die tonight
|
| I’m serving cluckers on the set, like 24−7
|
| If I get killed, I know I’m not going to heaven
|
| I did too much dirt, commited too many sins
|
| Just scored two keys with killers, in a room, toastin with him
|
| It’s time to break that shit down, and bag it up
|
| We make crack like this, now we gotta sell this stuff
|
| Mom’s trippin, wanna know why I got two beepers
|
| I couldn’t tell her one for the hoes, and uh, one for them tweakers
|
| Now my money comin fast like a motherfucking nut
|
| And if you catch me doing bad, nigga, you gots to give it up fool
|
| Break yourself cause, uh, I’m bout robbing
|
| Check my rapsheet nigga, and ask my homies Steady Mobb’n
|
| We be some crazy niggas, we’re some hard motherfuckers
|
| It’s time to check my crackhouse nigga, it’s time to check my cluckers
|
| Cluckers x24
|
| Once again young Fiend is on the block
|
| Dodging the cops, working out the murder shop
|
| You heard of the rock, well nigga, I’m slanging it
|
| The shit won’t ever stop cause I ain’t got no shame in it
|
| My niggas gangbanging it, lettin thier khaki’s sag
|
| While I’m sellin y’all down to the shaker bags
|
| Break em back, ten it is, and my condition they see me
|
| Behind my paper, beatin your hands, steady grinning, from the beginning
|
| I knew I could sell all construction
|
| Motherfuck those dealin, nigga i’m tryin to make somethin
|
| Ain’t no settlin for nothin, nigga, i’m tryin to meet dollars
|
| Mister ???, and ain’t he spendin all them powers
|
| Strawberry swallowa, but stones all in the nut
|
| Fiend got em hypnotized doin his drug dealer strut
|
| Pull up, not giving a fuck like T and T Tucker
|
| If you want some D, come see me motherfucker
|
| Cluckers x24 |