[Verse: Matty Boy]

I remember that first brick, remember that first mix

But I couldn’t tell you fucking thing about nare one of them trips

I be stupid, amnesiac day dreaming about the power

Told OT to give me a shot, he said what can you do in an hour

I could flip you a 100 pack, come right back and recop

Big stick with a little switch, I pull it back and go wop

Mac Mase beat a fed case, wasn’t saying no shit to no cops

Mama died I couldn’t cry so I took it out on my opps

Big stick street sweeper, everyone’s a gang member

Adjustment centre up in Quentin right next to that gas chamber

If I pull bet I shoot, never would I live in danger

Shooter just got life, told the judge he wouldn’t be a stranger

Repercussions of a gangster bitch we living fast

Got that money quick but we ain’t counting fast

Need to get some neck, something to eat, and a tank of gas

Before I hit the crib get cleaned up and take a money nap