Yo Lord, did you peep that?   That nigga pussy, that's why I'm gon' eat that   Live and direct, five Tec's, med hat   Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga 'cuz he UFO      Patiently press upon him   Ask him, "Who you know? Where you from?   What's up Duke?", Watch how you pop ya gum   Empty ya pockets 'fore the cops come      When I bus take off past the light that ass better run   An' don't look back, no, hide if you have to   Dollar vans, just run into boats if he have to   Even got a .38, don't give me no hassle   When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew's      Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice   So run little doggy, wolves is comin'   Tell him London, he get done in   Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion