Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it's CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain't 'bout that shit
[Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?
Oh, nothin'
Why you come to this mother fucker so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o'clock
I don't give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don't get out the bed before two-thirty
Don't come through this mother fucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let's see what'chu got
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't no disrespect, well maybe it is
Ain't no trappin' here, well look here now, bitch
Ain't no Oxycontin, no coke or no [?]
Have you forgotten who the fuck that I is?
Trap or die, that's a lie, niggas fry or testify
Super fly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that's no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
You niggas high as fuck, got slow reaction
I done sobered up and I'm down for action
And I fuck you up, if you come 'round askin'
Don't try to play me like I'm Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I'm a dog in a cat house
I'm comin' like Harriet Tubman, you comin' like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don't give a fuck, man, 'bout they own people sufferin'
Talkin' 'bout that they strugglin', made somethin' from nothin'
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
I'ma kill me a dope dealer
I'ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I'ma make niggas crawl out
I'ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma
Right before they vomit blood out they stomach
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this'll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this'll make you meet your maker, understand that he's the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Don't bring me no bag
Don't bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
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