featuring Lord Tariq & Muggs

(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking)

Trying to tell you man

I'm going up in there

Trying to dig into niggas pockets

Fuck that man

{Lord Tariq}

Either you be real or you be dead

Hey killer be a killer

That's the rules to this game

In the court of the law

With let niggas that feel ya

They know cat dealers

But with some new shit like Clue shit

We strap for this thriller

You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out

Cock the mack back, blow his back out

And take the back route

And that's what that's about

Understand? I wan't cans in hand

This shit is real, never phony

Don't come short with my mo-ney

I'll only tell you once Tony

"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"

If so, trust me, you outta luck B

And try to sit high where them drugs be

Filthy rich looking broke

Fuck a bitch I wan't the world thust

Keeping feds of my ass

I gotta think fast

'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last

We try to bumble like ass

Stay low, got to hurl that cash

Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it

Chorus:

We got cops and robbers

Niggas and spicks

Flashy cars, ghetto stars

Moving stones and bricks

It ain't over on the streets

We got blocks to get

So heads up, guns cock

Don't get rocked to this

(2X)

-{Lord Tariq}-

Now if the good die young

Then what the fuck that makes me?

And who the fuck are you to rape me?

Less then the best, bulletproof love

The thugs ho