[Chorus] You better know Where you wanna go [x2] [Mr. Lil One] It's started the day I came Rain fell like it never had It was pourin on my man hood
real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy
' you could kick back and smoke a beady to You know? Yeah like that Some of that mellow shit Some of that shit that make bitches drink Make niggaz think And help you
big-ballin ass nigga Boom, ready for whatever fo' sho' Yeah, you know! This how the player's do it I know you standin there confused You wonderin -- what
see that Alcohol got you thinkin that you really the king, Now you wanna go and grab the steel But before you do anything, I think you better watch out
What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Don't make me call you out and have my niggas chalk it out (Verse 2 A-Mafia) You know
position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you
my thang in here. You already know when we came in here we raw, fuck what u heard and you read about us, just believe what you saw. Till I die, Im down
no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body Once you
and said "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere
you know the drill Anybody get in our path, you do the math - I shoot to kill Feel, where I'm coming from - Bloody, murder, redrum Hollow point that dumb
convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is
you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu- you better look at all the beef you have" (
Center spittin .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .357 Snub-nose .38 or .380 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets Hollow points comin atcha fast You feel the slug before you
to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin slave, you better
You know what's happenin', I'm a hustla, Turn you into crusta, Dust ya, disgust ya, straight unplug ya, Slug ya up bitch with the hollow points to your chest, You
s the end checkmate, game over, I'll holler Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you
