Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa Haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all Distance. Mind your own, you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out. [1st Verse:] These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for? You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate Never try to floss and show off your stacking On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it Trying to escape reality...in four minutes [Chorus:] Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree Stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down To the nitty gritty. From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and Get funky while we got 'em. [2nd verse:] Gas or cash, ain't no free ride, Felony got love coming from both sides About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill 'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his Grind on - Fool kill that! I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do? To survive, I got to work for you? Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy Huh,but a real ***** keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing Along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes. [Chorus] [3rd verse] And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up, I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing Time is just too valuable to be wasting On the independent stroke or with a ? I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer We got to get it while it's good to get Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat To the end we represent-we in it to win it Trying to escape reality in four minutes [Chorus]
Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa Haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all Distance. Mind your own, you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out. [1st Verse:] These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for? You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate Never try to floss and show off your stacking On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it Trying to escape reality...in four minutes [Chorus:] Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree Stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down To the nitty gritty. From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and Get funky while we got 'em. [2nd verse:] Gas or cash, ain't no free ride, Felony got love coming from both sides About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill 'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his Grind on - Fool kill that! I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do? To survive, I got to work for you? Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy Huh,but a real ***** keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing Along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes. [Chorus] [3rd verse] And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up, I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing Time is just too valuable to be wasting On the independent stroke or with a ? I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer We got to get it while it's good to get Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat To the end we represent-we in it to win it Trying to escape reality in four minutes [Chorus]
