Lyrics:
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies
With shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind
And I'm being watched
By
Illuminati in the tomb
Poisonin the womb
Can't be a guinea pig
With the glock to the wig
10 years since we lost pac and big
Don't get it twisted don't get it
I'm only eighteen
Do the math, killed a pig, chicken an' cow
My third eye's so versatile, it make me smile
At myself, damnit, I'm in the backfield
have my money by the first,
Or I'll be heated
I don't get a check in the mail,
You'll see police's
They'll put you in a stinky, dirty cell,
Maybe you'll
ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my
pussy, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin'
Get busy
I throw dice and darts, you dot your eyes with hearts
I hold a fork and knife under the guise of art
And chew the fat in Pig English,
and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick
enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin' pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers
cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy
He calling for his mommy
In a red car, gettin head by a blondie
Chopper
many of my young brothers gettin hurt
Drivin big cars lookin like they stars
Just to get a rep's before you step how you aim for the Jaguar
You sold
to Cosmo
In love with a name tag
How bout this toe tag
You got raped by the fags on TV
And the TV got raped by the FCC
Fuck the life
I don't want
Pulled over by a lil pig motherfuck all 12 wanna check us
Ain't doin crack or a needle
I'm servin' that dope get a bag
Call for the re-up that's a kilo
mothers in the world
(Don't be wasting all your time)
And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by
the world
Don't be wasting all your time
And if a coward get you pregnant and he don't wanna help
Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself
'Cause
on the gas cuz I gotta go fast
If I'm gonna get out of this mess alive
There's a rattle in the wheel and I can feel
The car come apart at a hundred and five
a B****
We screaming F*** Twelve
We ont F*** with no pigs
Gotta play it right
They could never know where I live
He can get robbed broad day
Just for
the shades of lies
More rescued by the tones of truth
I never grew up remembering that time
I were in the car of thoughts
I were dreaming in the car
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
caught
You niggas always acting hard
I keep a ninemillimeter in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah you all 'bout to get it, so quit it
Tryin'
only me still here in attendance
But I'm living for the ones who ain't
Living for my momma won't have no complaints
Get her a house big yard huge fish
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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