And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for
out of nine were killed before their prime The other five wanted vengeance So now five out of five are doin' a jail sentence Ask the Giant, I've been
sound the drum you know its time to roll Might as well have fun there's no parol I set a trap and caught you like a mouse For times ahead no chance for
you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get And any chance you hit, we live for the
to get the power back Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones Fives and tens, for twenties
rowdy, I'll be outie Somewhere in Maui, 'til I go back to Cali Can't understand how he can treat you The way that he does Give me the chance to show
caught one Now I'm knowing that you won't forget this (why) That's what you get, for fuckin' with my bizzness [Lil Blacky] When we were youngster's, we would fight
mad Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees Reliable sources copying keys, oh please One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances
Cus we just don't give a fuck) Nore that's my nigga He don't aske for nothin, he blast for somethin, yeah (Cus we just don't give a fuck) Five fly high
is going through oppression That?s why I?m so stressed and I'm working with no rest And no question I'ma fight for y'all 'cause I don?t like it y'all
CHORUS: Caught up Fists balled up Fight for what?s right, that?s how I was brought up Brought up Heart so tough Felt love, now my emotions are caught
Fight to make their incomes larger--mounted on their 'credit charges.' Held within the safety of this mundane existence-- Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives
chances, say, how are the chances Of making you love me the way I love you How many young men must I fight with To be in right with In right with you How's chances for
abominations Arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that We high-tech archaeologists searching for knickknacks Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song Crack the motor what you think you rapping for
fat chance You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me Your side kicks
you heard from me So, go get a forklift Chi-ali Well I'm too young for 40's, and too young for blunts The only thing I'm not too young for is the stunts
This piece of steel with the screen on top Projects uncut chyna white dope Leave a freeze in a nigga throat I fight for this like the right to vote The