Hey man, get the door These mother fuckers think it´s CVS around this bitch Tell him we ain´t ´bout that shit
[Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick] Yo, who is it? Uhh, Nick Yo, nigga, what up? Oh, nothin´ Why you come to this mother fucker so early all the time, man? You-you said 1 o´clock I don´t give a fuck what I said, nigga I don´t get out the bed before two-thirty Don´t come through this mother fucker so early next time, nigga Understood Let´s see what´chu got
Ain´t ´bout to count no money, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain´t ´bout to count no money, nah, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain´t no disrespect, well maybe it is Ain´t no trappin´ here, well look here now, bitch Ain´t no Oxycontin, no coke or no [?] Have you forgotten who the fuck that I is?
Trap or die, that´s a lie, niggas fry or testify Super fly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize Niggas do shit and justify You can do shit and get euthanized I could do shit, that´s no surprise Serve your ass, two piece and fries
Ain´t ´bout to count no money, ain´t sellin´ no dope
Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain´t ´bout to count no money, nah, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
You niggas high as fuck, got slow reaction I done sobered up and I´m down for action And I fuck you up, if you come ´round askin´ Don´t try to play me like I´m Anglo-Saxon You a mouse in a trap house, I´m a dog in a cat house I´m comin´ like Harriet Tubman, you comin´ like Harry the drug man Some niggas don´t give a fuck, man, ´bout they own people sufferin´ Talkin´ ´bout that they strugglin´, made somethin´ from nothin´
Ain´t ´bout to count no money, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain´t ´bout to count no money, nah, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
I´ma kill me a dope dealer I´ma douse me a trap house Who let the dogs out? I´ma make niggas crawl out I´ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma Right before they vomit blood out they stomach This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily And this´ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle And this´ll make you meet your maker, understand that he´s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
Ain´t ´bout to count no money, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain´t ´bout to count no money, nah, ain´t sellin´ no dope Don´t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Don´t bring me no bag Don´t bring me no bag You-you a mouse in a trap house, I´ma dog in a cat house You-you a mouse in a trap house, I´ma dog in a cat house You-you a mouse in a trap house, I´ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I´ma dog in a cat house
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