Well, go and get your own damn high 'Cause I got, I got nuggets I got, I got, I got nuggets They try to chase my supply Man they, try to chase my supply That shit hits and you're in for the long run And by the sound of it, regretting your clear neglect

I wonder who I am Reflections offer nothing I wonder where I stand I'm afraid of myself Running outside the Nazca Lines You know I see you all in white Hoping you'll grow the fruitful vines An array to give us life Violence born within my mind

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto I'm from the motherfucking slums where the cops don't come Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit without no gun In the ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto)

Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from

And there's nowhere to go Where it's so white as snow Listen what I say, oh Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder Privately divided by a world so undecided Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed Step from the road to

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

You'll never forget my name Life is hit and miss and this I hope, I think, I know If I ever hear the names you call And if I stumble, catch me when I fall 'Cause baby after all And that is why I gotta keep running You know I don't care As we beg and

Hit and run, hit and run I say you got no respect Respect for authority You're just playing your dirty tricks And then come cryin' to me It's just a hit and run Union Jack is back With a hole in his head He's gettin' badly

Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family