CRAZY TOWN--The Gift of Game
Think Fast
You Know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique
but he don't Crazy/ You see the writing on my dick/
You know that trick ,Tracy/
yeah, she's making me sick/ living that life/
we used to do the same shit/
shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked/
and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy
had he not been rich/
they'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch/
you gotta change your tune or change your pitch/
because life ain't easy man/
life's a bitch/ shit is harder than hard about as hard can get/
keep on going were you're headed you's alive to regret it/ yes it hurts/
to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose
if things ain't like they ought to be/
you 've got to think fast/ the aftermath/ of your actions whiplash.
I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running,
grabbing the steel/ thinking they're going to peel/my niggas cap/
roaming the streets with black hats/ chrome straps/ sipping on brew/
ready to react/ of any nigga they see that nigga could be me/
capital I.C.E./
got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest/
thinking they could test/ a real riderfrom the west/
I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos'
been good to me/ but you've got to take precautions/
Brothers get got what they least/ expect it or neglect it/
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection/
Nowadays you got to pull shit/ Haters on some bullshit/
jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip/
If your tool spits/
Shake the spot or get your duck on/ Cause if you press your luck on/
Stupid is what you're stuck on.
That girl shelia got a daugter/ She be clubbing every night/
Shelia had her daughter young sStll that just ain't right/
Plus she rides the white horse/
She used to ride my pony If I hit it now, I'd break it/
'Cause Sheila's just too bony. S
smoking speed released the lions/I'm not lying I'm not sober/
I'm still tryingh Hiding the truth/ With substitutes a hundred proof/
A fuck up. face it/ One of L.A.'s wasted youth/
Label me as an enemy of the lost star/
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused/
See we be breaking the law/
Somking on non-menthols thinking fast so I'm ready for any all out brawls/
And ya. Brothers get your hustle on/ Ballers and get your shit tight/
House parties get shot up/ And turned up before midnight/
Drive-bys and fistfights/Zig zag and crack pipes/
There's a fifty fifty chance/
That tonight will be your last night.
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