Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y`all know what`s up with this right here. No playa
haters allowed so everybody`s not invited. So y`all got to keep y`all
distance. Mind your own, you`ll live long. Yeah. Check me out.
(1st Verse):
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
They didn`t see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
But I ain`t trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
>From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
If you ain`t helping your family, then what you living for?
You`d rather talk about the next man, like a busta
Fool, don`t make me reach out and touch ya
Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don`t playa hate
And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
Never try to floss and show off your stacking
On the low, that`s if you wanna stay away from the popos
Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
Trying to escape reality...in four minutes
(Chorus):
Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I`m getting down
to the nitty gritty.
>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
get funky while we got `em.
(2nd verse):
Gas or cash, ain`t no free ride,
Felony got love coming from both sides
About to blow it up and that`s on me, Ready to bring it on
Man y`all gon` see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
`Cause I don`t give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his
grind on - Fool kill that!
I`m trying to feed my household, what should I do?
To survive, I got to work for you?
Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect
With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing
along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed
Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes.
(Chorus)
(3rd verse)
And if you ever say you can see me, it don`t compute
It`s like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit
I`m unfadable with this and about to show ya, time`s up,
I`m about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
I`m comin` with it to move `em all, Never be no coward
Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y`all
And to my females that`s never faking and paper chasing
Time is just too valuable to be wasting
On the independent stroke or with a ?
I`m down with ya, let`s put our heads together and now we get richer
We got to get it while it`s good to get
Let`s put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
Don`t you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
To the end we represent-we in it to win it
Trying to escape reality in four minutes
(Chorus)
