[Verse: Matty Boy]
I remember that first brick, remember that first mix
But I couldn’t tell you fucking thing about nare one of them trips
I be stupid, amnesiac day dreaming about the power
Told OT to give me a shot, he said what can you do in an hour
I could flip you a 100 pack, come right back and recop
Big stick with a little switch, I pull it back and go wop
Mac Mase beat a fed case, wasn’t saying no shit to no cops
Mama died I couldn’t cry so I took it out on my opps
Big stick street sweeper, everyone’s a gang member
Adjustment centre up in Quentin right next to that gas chamber
If I pull bet I shoot, never would I live in danger
Shooter just got life, told the judge he wouldn’t be a stranger
Repercussions of a gangster bitch we living fast
Got that money quick but we ain’t counting fast
Need to get some neck, something to eat, and a tank of gas
Before I hit the crib get cleaned up and take a money nap