DISTANT ATTACK - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]

I'm hangin' on the curb, with the Thunderbird, stainin' my chest

Hittin' the blunt of Indo and I'm fresh with my Tommy set

Any w'izz'ay, as I walk down the track with my dope in the matchbox

Glock closely to my dick, just in case I beat a trick

Police rollin' on them scooters, claimin' they watching my neighborhood

What they don't expect: a young nigga like me up to no good

Poppin' cars, makin' stangs, dicking bitches with the M

Smackin' or makin' em fuckin' suck the liquor out Lil Gin's nut

Mister treat a bitch bad, then I beat her to the floor

Once she call them folks, I'm out your door, where can I hide ho?!

In the fuckin' closet, damn, them roachеs fallin' on my face

Motherfucker, juvеnile, catch me then you got a case

(Instrumental)

Now back, in the hospital room, is Little Joe

With clippers, up in his hand, he cut his fro

To change,identity, which that was slick

He beat, the other doctor down, then took his set

Then jet, up out the door, to the ambulance

The patient, was once the guard, he stepped and glanced

Flashbacks, from on the bus, made the guard reminisce

He recognized, the face of doc, then he tried to snitch