Let's Go

(album: Lights Out - 2000)

It's gravy nigga. Believe it
You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag
(Click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)

Nigga I'ma tell you straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of your 'lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream, "Fuck 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HBs
Spinning Benz in these drop-tops double R
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holding and toting
Got the whole motherfucking block loaded and smoking
Nigga know one thing: it's some uptown shit
If a nigga get it fucked, then we're killing a bitch

Nigga I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga

Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take you, play you
I cock the Glock and spray you
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salamu alaykum
And J, he got the gauges, they're cocked and ready
Make me run up in your places and pop your daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock your wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young nigga, I'm creeping over
Now cut it with just a little baking soda, breaking boulders
I take it out my holster and baking soldiers whenever
Nigga it's whatever, tell your ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me

Nigga I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga

See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9s bust at you
Some of the niggas that you run with are suckers bro'
None of you won't leave without some bullets up in you
Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild
'Cause all that they can hear is loud screaming and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
Niggas got it all wrong, thinking I'm all song
But y'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone cocksuckers, you're not thuggers
I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop fronting, it ain't gon' get you everywhere
I'ma start busting, and bullets hit you everywhere

Nigga I'ma tell you this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga
'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga