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truck
Stuck, man this shit here`s crazy
I`m in a Ford, Fix Or Repair Daily

Old school antique lifters tickin` 
With a gas leak radiator off
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
a
Gangsta
Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
Better listen to me man, that's his
, call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
Know It's A 
New Rap Music With A Old School Flow 

[Verse 2: Black Ceazer] 
You Already Kno H-P Doing It. I'm Back In Da Club 
Chicken Noodle Souping It
Know It's A 
New Rap Music With A Old School Flow 

[Verse 2: Black Ceazer] 
You Already Kno H-P Doing It. I'm Back In Da Club 
Chicken Noodle Souping It
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us

Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us

Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
they talkin' 'bout man, okay

I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for
hit the ceiling
I never knew I

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I
motherfuckers hit the ceiling
(I never knew I)

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk,
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
threw different wards
Giving away my demos
From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight ass beats
Flying coach man
I hate these fuckin
Tight ass seats
I knew
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
never knew I

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
I put
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read

By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
fuck by your system, that's evident
Puts bullets in a brother at a club back to ignorent
Special shouts to big boomer, personal autograph
And shouts
yo' back money

You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
Ain't no