Wit Ric Roc beats yeah fella I rock it 





I got my strap tucked in,vest tucked in,clip tucked in, Hyphy and

Move like a smoka on blim on the block,and dont be mad if yo homies

Got shot.Im TJ the nigga that you need in ya life,Im sick from the jaw,look

At me on the mic. Crazy gas,break,dip on you ho's,and we can feel hyphy

Go and smoke up the dro,Hangin out the sun roof blowin the dirt.The homie 

Got the chopper up under the P coat. Go crazy,stupid,dumb,retarded,goin to

California go and shoot up a party.Left coast,West coast,aimin at the Chest

coast,ever since Pac died  forgot about the West coast. So my nigga we 

feenin for that.40 Water,Federation nigga bringin it back bitch!





(Hy,Hy,Hyphy) Make the nosy neihbors wanna call the cops