[Producer Tag]
LXST CXNTURY

[Intro: Furious Styles & Young Tre]
Don't say that, don't say that
Just would've contributin' to kill another brother
We got a call of a burglary here?
Yeah, that was about an hour ago
Woah, we didn't ask you that
Yeah, well, I told you

[Verse 1: Lady B]
A bunch of shit at campus mean a bunch of bitches at the club
Every week, there go that freak, clockin' on them sucker jobs
In my neighborhood lil' kids thinkin' they some bangers
Smokin' on some skunk, with twenty-four outta medical [?]
Why? Well, they see their big brothers choppin' keys, fool
Now they tryna sell some buster 'bout some brand-new tennis shoes
Strugglin' 'cause they mama got the mothеrfuckin' lights off
The bill on the table fat as fuck, and it kinda shows
Rollin' in a Cadillac, livin' in a duplеx
Ain't no food up in the box, bones on they fuckin' neck
Better yet, the crackhouse on the front porch where the junkies hang
Blowin' much 'cane, destroyed their fuckin' brain

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Hollywood n***as don't give a fuck about the folks
N***as in the fields don't need a what's up to my n***a Lil-Yo?
Stayin' strapped, hangin' out, 5-0 n***as; suck my dick
Slangin' out my dopehouse, gotta keep my pockets fat
Knock, knock, who the fuck is it? I grip my .44
They didn't even say shit, they just wanna kick down my door
Soon as I unload the clip that explode the
Trick, oh my God, shit, undercover police
Brains on the campus, I'm thinkin' like Limburg Sanders
Lock the door, [?], back up on the intercom
Tryna get me somethin' to come out, fuck that shit, they shot to dust
Now I gotta go to war with some fuckin' crooked cops