[Intro]

Ahh yeah

We finna have ourselves a good time over here

[Verse 1]

Have you ever heard a voice comin' right out of a boom box

The same type of voice that tells you just where should the shit stop

You threw off their day like those skis when theyre crisscrossed

Put the blame on other gangs

You the reason reporters blamin hip hop

Well get a clue

Cause this is where the shit stop

The hands move on a clock

When a man dies from the shot of a Glock

From the talk he had gawked and bought

The drugs that he had impatiently sought

That the cops attempted to make him drop

But he fought through and through

This is what drugs do to you and prove where time is due

Time will ensue as you consume all the fumes in the back of your room