"Yeh I seen him come through here a couple of times...
I didn't think nothing of him, you know... You know what I'm saying?
Then that %#@! jumped off there man...

That %#@! shocked everybody..."

[Chorus]

Put the money in the bag (*##$ before I blow your head off
Get your $$# on the floor ^!$$%, think a mother$#&@er playing wit y'all?
This right here came from Mr. Charles and naw, it ain't got serials on it

Anytime I got a personal problem its the only homeboy I call

[Verse 1]

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
When I was in the pen
Rapping in the penitentiary yard

Buying any weed outta canteens
Smoking on my roll ups
Stroking on my love meat (Ha ha)

Waiting for the day where they turn me free
So I can get outta here, make Momma proud of me
Do the right thing

Run up on the right man
Pull on the right strings
Put them where they s'posed to be

Had to get a jacket with a game of !@%!e
When the mother$#&@er slammed they door
"Oh no "

"Hell no! "
"Say what?!"
"Get lost"

"Hold up! Wait a minute, dogg"
"Sorry, Charlie."
$#&@ed around one night when I was in New York

Met one of the brothers up in ?
Ever since then, money been a real long end
That about ceases it all (Come on)


[Chorus]


[Verse 2]
Oh this? It's just something I carry with me all the time
Just in case one of these mother$#&@ers lose they mind

And run up on me like I ain't gon hold it down for mine
I can show you better than trying to tell you about it
See once upon a time, I think it was in county

When a ^!$$% used to run up and armed and robbing
And what's this little boy by the name of Mosey
Had to run home to keep from getting his jewelry stolen

Till one day ^!$$%z caught a hold to him
Did what they wanted to him
Stole my little Gucci coat

"Oh no"
"Hell no!"
"%#@!, yeh they did"

"What you do about it?"
"What the $#&@ you think I did...?"
Told Grandma, Grandma told Grandpa

Grandpa took the grandson in the back yard (Here boy)
Gave me something, 'sposed take the pressure off
And said he would teach me how to shoot at them all (Awwwe!)


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
(I'ma get up, got 'em!)
It ain't certified till the ^!$$% ran up in the house

Put the thang in they mouth and blow everything they think out
Running around acting like (*##$es (Talking about everybody)
You're gonna make me lose it all, (I swear to God)

Run with it, talk about it
but godammit this mother$#&@er bout to piss me off (HMMMMM!)
And this dick-riding, radio-station-ass

mother$#&@ing ^!$$% down here in ?
I don't give a fat (*##$, big titty,
fat one of y'all mother$#&@ers play my %#@! (My ^!$$%)

And a couple of spins that y'all sons
hat ya did with me came with my mans and them (Devious!)
Man $#&@ that church boy grab and look
Come on mother$#&@er roll with us (Crush your homeboy)
And if I said anything that ain't supposed to be said

put it in the air and buck (HA HA!)

[Chorus x2: until fade]