Hey man, get the door
These mother f**ers think it's CVS around this b**h
Tell him we ain't 'bout that sh**
[Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, n***a, what up?
Oh, nothin'
Why you come to this mother f**er so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o'clock
I don't give a f** what I said, n***a
I don't get out the bed before two-thirty
Don't come through this mother f**er so early next time, n***a
Understood
Let's see what'chu got
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't no disrespect, well maybe it is
Ain't no trappin' here, well look here now, b**h
Ain't no Oxycontin, no coke or no [?]
Have you forgotten who the f** that I is?
Trap or die, that's a lie, n***as fry or testify
Super fly, get super high, jigga boo sh**, supersize
n***as do sh** and justify
You can do sh** and get euthanized
I could do sh**, that's no surprise
Serve your a**, two piece and fries
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
You n***as high as f**, got slow reaction
I done sobered up and I'm down for action
And I f** you up, if you come 'round askin'
Don't try to play me like I'm Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I'm a dog in a cat house
I'm comin' like Harriet Tubman, you comin' like Harry the drug man
Some n***as don't give a f**, man, 'bout they own people sufferin'
Talkin' 'bout that they strugglin', made somethin' from nothin'
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
I'ma k** me a dope dealer
I'ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I'ma make n***as crawl out
I'ma make n***as call out to Jesus and they momma
Right before they vomit blood out they stomach
This for my auntie, she smoked your sh** daily
And this'll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this'll make you meet your maker, understand that he's the baker
Got your a** on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope
Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Don't bring me no bag
Don't bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house