[talking:]

What's the deal Nanu, (wha-wha boy)

Ah man, I'm sick and tired of fucking with these Columbians man

(shit man come with me), what's happ'ing

You gon beat these Columbians deal

(yeah man, I have everything you want)

I'm trying to get, like a thousand pounds

(don't worry bout that, I got everything covered), oh fa sho

(yeah man), the last motherfucker told me he was a snake in the grass

(don't worry bout that I buckshot them), ha feel this right here



[Hook: x2]

They got snakes in the grass, snitches on the block

If you violate my block, (we drop your blood clot)

But there's one thang, you cowards should know

(you don't wanna test, a gangsta)



[E.S.G.:]

1999, shine and grind at Wreckshop

Still had workers, moving nine and all rocks

'Fore the basketball stopped, the ref blow the whistle

'Fore I drop the top, I gotta cock my pistol

Launched the local missile, we city under siege

Remember my first brick, this part two G

Had a partna calling me up, from Oklahoma

Said he lost his connect, he use to have in California

Getting pounds of dro, egg syrup clear coat

I use to serve the dope, way back in 9-4

Peep this, it gets deeper as the story goes on

I told him call me back, I had Whitey on the phone

But that was just a lie, just made my play

Then the Red meet me, at the club in my two-way

Hard to stay away from paper, when you never had shit

So I met him at the club, in my trunk was a brick



[Hook x2]



[E.S.G.:]

I told that fool get in, let his partna drive his Benz

Meet me off 6-10, get a room at Shoney's Inn

Said he want a whole thang, and a pound of fire

Exchanged a fake hug, boy I checked it for a while

I made the first thang, everythang was sweet

Then they boy started coming back, every week

Take twelve O-Z's, put em in a line

At 24 that's 36, at the same time

A kilo, and if he go and move that

I'll be on two bricks, by the time he get back

Hol' that thought, see this playa got caught

The FED's found his work, and his cash in the vault

That was mental assault, his weak mind interrogated

His baby mama called me, said the nigga never made it

He was easily persuaded, he ain't wanna go to jail

Time to clean the house, with the cheese grab the scale



[Hook x2]



[E.S.G.:]

Three weeks passes, everything going smooth

Then he called me out the blue, hollin' bout what it do

Talking bout he need some herb, and four of them birds

I'm in the house across the street, I had my phone transferred

Now I'm peeping out my window, and what do I see

The D.A., FBI and the HPD

See I had the phone in my hand, the chopper in the other

Trying to think back, have I ever sold to an undercover

Ah naw hell naw, put my back against the wall

Any means necessary, like Malcolm X dog

Whole time, the phone conversation get recorded

I said I can't hear ya, playa the phone sounding started

Started thinking bout prison, judges and lawyers

That's the price you gotta pay, when you wanna be a baller

Can't drive my Impala, for the rest of the summer

Shit fuck that playboy, you got the wrong number