Gyeah...Gyeah...Gyeah

Gyeah...C.M.W. nigga

1/2 Oz.

And that's gangsta

We gon' break it down for ya'll

Lil' lesson for ya'll

Check it out



[Verse 1]

Niggas recognize the game that I spit

Tales from tha street on some gangsta shit

Ms. phat bootie bitches with money to get

We git the money and leave the pussy wet

It's a very thin line between bangin and robbin

Big difference from small change to big-timin

I've been down for 12 years, still spittin my flow

Still in the CPT, still fuckin a hoe

Still mentality "kill at will"

Still C.M.W., nigga Eiht and Chill

Fuck around and get your cap peeled, that's low

Then back to the hood while the pistol smoke

I ain't no joke, ya'll best remember

I keeps heat nigga all thru december

If your body still cold then you must be dead

You shoulda listen to the words I said



[chorus]

Rule #1 -hey- get money

Get a ride with switches, fuck a gang of bitches

Rule #1 -hey- don't get caught

If the One-Time swoop then it's all your fault

Rule #1, watch your enemies, friend

Cause they'll be the ones fuckin you in the end

Rule #1, that's just what we go thru

I'ma break it down, nigga just for you



[Verse 2]

Night time must be the right time

Don't get caught pullin a damn crime

Cause that'll have your ass in some shit

Probably stuck, you can't fuck with it

From the bottom to the top, rag drops with cops

Try to (??) so my car could stop

And girl stash the bud' in your bra'

And don't get nervous, here comes the law

You know the routine, car must be clean

T-shirt and dub cap with some bling-bling

Yes, they saw the black face with a red bone bitch

Must be ghetto bitch, caught me hit in a switch

Damn, I thought we was back in the old days

Seemin that the ones is back to they old ways

Stick and I'ma get stacked, run in them old place

Like in the East Side keeps it John Blaze



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Who's that bangin and creepin while I'ma sleepin

Try to set up this thing and light me up for the weekend

Damn shame, game done did a 360 

Hammer girl turned a bitch and done switched like Missy (Elliot)

No progress just a serious test

To become an MC and try to fuck the rest

Have my bill fold, too phat to close

Had a thug nigga shot down all my shows

Industry (??) got me lookin for cheques

In this green leaf hustle on the block with tax

My mission is to get it

Automatic with the automatic

Kick back with no static

In the land of the lost, pay the serious cost

Thug niggas loose they life, hoe-bitches get tossed

One-Times claim the boss, handle this scandalous

Try to send niggas to harassin laws

Gyeah...



[Chorus]



Break-it-down...

...1/2 Oz. takin over shit for the millenium...

...C.M.W...Gyeah...