[Verse:]
Yo, Africa holler back
Youngin stole the speakers, acapella when we box reefers
’97 Acura two-seater, all on the curb, street sweeper
Wrinkled wife beater, no heater, passenger seat
Reclined off some creeper, hit tic-tock for two liters
Bacardi dark, while he sparked the bark, Billy watched for narcs
Georgia Ave. swimming with sharks, dipping on back streets
It’s an art, dirt roads and the sky lark, windows dark counting
Deutsch marks, Franks, Pesos, youngins do the limbo for dough
Like how low can you go before you face to face with the bones
Negroes stayed froze, that the new millennium b-boy pose
Face down, you know how it goes, plain clothes
Query, drugs, or guns? lift your tongue, they warrants on my lungs
Like make it easy son, tell us if you got some, do we look that dumb?
Aight, got lyrics in megatons, re-up, dodge and duck
VSOP in plastic cups, iced out in plastic cuffs, that’s what’s up
Youngins scared but talk tough, that’s how tools get bust
That’s why Billy knock wood for love, lawyers the only ones
Seeing fast bucks, n***as is mostly stuck, searching for
Bloody diamonds in the rough, still riding the bus watching my life rust
Fisticuffs a dead man’s bluff, mom’s like enough’s enough
Damn right, late night with bloody eyesight, I write PennAir tight
Shut down open mics or dream pipes, hazy days, weeks blazed
Pavlov a page, for every n***a a cage, disgruntled ex-slave
Hold twelve-gauge, all hail Billy, rap pays