[scratching: Sticky Fingaz] "Somebody tryin' to get robbed"
"It could be you, I believe"


[Verse:]
I get high and then punks is hit
I want dough from the Digga, I'm a wire your %#@!

Cause Maseen gave me shells and a black three eighty
I roll through your block and if you clock, punk pay me
I straight jack because it pays like lotto

I know you got loot, I want the cash and the bottles
I peep the scene and then tax 'em clean
Getting (*##$es for they dough at the MAC Machine

Me and Yah, all my ^!$$%s call us Two Live Crew
We hit Mickey Ds and get cars at the drive through
$#&@ automatics, we wait 'til a stick come

Get him, hit doughnuts, and when the 5-0 come, DICK 'EM
Take them down Prince where they got no wins
Word to my Timbs, I want the amps and the rims

And $#&@ that, undercovers come and get snuffed black
They shootout with my click cause we be busting the $#&@ back
(Boom, bap, boom ahahahaha [gunshots]) Mother$#&@ers


[Sticky Fingaz:] "It could be you I believe"


[Verse:]
I'm known for jacking in the Tri-State borough
Taking little ^!$$%s on sticks if they thorough

We hit fools after school for they dollars
Then hit the college and hit punks for they wallets


We want everything from dough to clothes
Hit the train, go to parks and get 5.0s
I be making them drives, with the gats by my nuts

Like put it in first, and leave your foot on the clutch
I hopped out the Jack true, double like Yakoo
Came back in a 5-0 and had my man straight gaffled

(All right, step out of the car and put your hands on the hood)

[Verse:]

I had to think then evacuate
I hit a few alleys then hopped the gate
Caught the bus like damn, watch 5-0 try to hit him

And scare him to death until his mom comes get him
He's 17 so he might not snitch
Or I'm a air his $$# out little punk $$# (*##$

Two weeks done passed, my black $$# got drunk
Nodding on the ave, off a bag of funk
Like WORD UP, I start tasting Topp roties

Opened my eyes and got rushed by the Police
(All right, we got you now, don't make a move, we know it was you, stay
down)


[Verse:]
I bust one lip, tried to reach for my clip

Cause if I go back to jail I'm looking at a ten stick
I'm ready to die, cause that's what troopin' is all about
But they lit my $$# up and I'm out (Gun shots)


[scratching: Sticky Fingaz] "It could be you I believe"