re gonna harvest. When I find out, I'm gonna promise to get my head straight. Get your head straight before it's too late. Get your head straight and
hot boy Red a hot boy, Is you a hot boy Chopper City hot boys, We some hot boys Wide Open hot boys, We some hot boys Is you a hot boy, I wanna hot girl
the hard road will get you left On your way to the crossroads, no tomorrow for yourself Wettin your whole set and where I think ya be at Attackin your
four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill again Straight from
mind your manners Or your head goes BOOM like it's fuckin skanless But we ain't for all that right now, just chill out We can pop bottles or let the blood
doin this head knock I told Ross We gon show em how the Gutta do All black skis Black ones And the Jumpsuit Silde in the silder in and out night vision
can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him and him I'll get him and him, leave the
ain't there And these boys be the bad guys, and cant switch They put a bullet clean through your head and into your bitch This ones for them boys
me boys on a 24 track, they like that ah the hand clap followed by the mic check no time for dinner - Five's out on the night shift shady eyes in the middle of the night
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the beaoch your motherfucks
up and kiss the clown Step on up and kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And blow your fucking face off Cause you know
a wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers and choppers persue The boys in blue,
do a drive-by and shoot up bloods in Later down your life they find it was your cousin And that ain't fly to watch your momma and your peoples cry All
parasite blined by your neon light Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night
its money they love All at tha club talkin' shit steady bumpin they gums Running game on them hoes about the money they earned Get your game straight
stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get
Get in touch with your clothes [Cee-Lo] Tellin ya home Anybody disrespect my zone we gon' get it on til we get it gone And y'all might get it right but