What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy When your mouth about that shooting You find out that we been shooting all along You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, don't let me catch you

And they call it democracy I-M-F dirty M-F Takes away everything it can get Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt Padded with power here they come International loan sharks backed by the guns Of

The boys are back, the boys are back The boys are back, gonna do it again Gonna wake up the neighborhood Climbing up the walls anytime we want It's time to show how to be a superhero We're the best, no doubt, doing it like we used to do This is our time

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block Shooting at the opps Yo, Pierre you wanna come out here? All these hoes gon' flock (flock flock), when I drop (drop) Yo

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed And I'm ashamed I played a part

I got, I got problems (Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh) I've always done what I want I got pain in my mind and heart I can never stop it once it starts Something in the way, I could pull our charge But only ever hurt myself I'm sorry for the times I trip and I fall You

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

I've been living with the Bear In a big house full of blues Going back through the years Hear any record you choose The sun is shining down And the Bear is rolling in the shade Everybody is gonna boogie Blues roll night and day Turn on all of the people

Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I