Think fast - explicit album version
You know that bitch baby
He's talking shit about our clique
But he don't know crazy
You see the writing on my dick
You know that trick, Tracey
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 their ass kicked
And some will never learn
To earn their own way
Living off their daddy
Had he not been rich
They'd be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
You've got to 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 where you're headed
You's alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth
And realize that the world's
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
Wanna-be thugs claiming they real
Be running, grabbing their steel
Thinking they're going to peel
My niggas cap
Roaming the streets with black hats
Chrome straps
Sipping on brew
Ready to react
Off any nigga they see
That nigga could be me
Capitol I.C.E
Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their
Chest
Thinking they could test
A real rider from the west
I roll flossin'
Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and
The ghetto's been good to me
But you've got to take precautions
Brothers get got when 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 Sheila got a daughter
She be clubbing every night
Sheila had her daughter young
Still 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
Smoking speed released the lions
I'm not lying
I'm not sober
I'm still trying
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 law
The lost star
My family's not too happy
With the trouble that I've caused
See, we be breaking the law
Smoking on non-menthols
Thinking fast so I'm ready
For any all out brawls
And yo, 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 zags and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night