(man)
Hey, n***a, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
Lock 'em up, n***a, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
Hey, look, n***a
Get out there, n***a
These n***as ain't so briz-ight, right
We gon' get in and get out
(other man)
We on a roll, n***a
[Continues, indistinct]

[Verse 1: WC]
I'm a walkin dead man
Fuckin' wit deez out-a-town n***as
Got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
Pistol packin'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
See da plan was to make a transaction to match
Three calos, four hundred a zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, n***a you know da outcome
Dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run

[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
Burnin' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
He make this stop, better have 9 lives
N***a beepin