Lyrics
'Cause the boys in the hood
Knowin' nothin' in life
Rest in peace Eric Wright
Let's get it
Fourth hour lunch with Clue
Terrance, Will, Pierre, and Mike, Stew and Bullock
Back when me and Gopher had to share a slice
Used to have fear of flights
Scrubbin' my toothbrush on a pair of Nikes
The strap with my shank for niggas scared to fight
Who love to carry knives
They always warned me what came with the murder game
And the rest assured me that it carry life
For that Columbus run, I had been through Gary twice
Twenty Joe Montanas touchin' down on my Jerry Rice
Eighty in my secret garden, I tuck the Barry White
Look like a tomato in my cup, mixed with Cherry Sprite
Somethin' like Fredo in the cut, that's a scary sight
Had that man afraid to look up, these niggas scared of heights
Lord, if I go to Hell, can I still wear my ice?
And if I did, just let me take my strig and a pair of dice
Told my mama, don't pray for me, pray for these parasites
We pray for Paris, now we on the terrace out in paradise
Where we at?
