The way some cashiers get they cash  fuck around have a gun in yo face  tied up and they whoopin yo ass  yo most cats man they complain cuz they moms get high  i can still recall the day i saw a ganster cry    man under the hot sun   young cats they fuck wit young guns fat ones  man if you sellin this  you better know the consiquence shit    your right in front of corner store wit the fo five slugs   some might say theys unity but there is no love    crack a smile like a beer bottle   dont worry bout the bullet cuz it feel hollow  just keep yo foot on the gas throttle  these muthafuckas aint no roll models    blow ya over with an evil disguise   look at this nigga right in front of your eyes  where he got shot thats where he lies  laying there dead wit open eyes,    blow ya over on the street corna   its all about that beat soda  breakin arms and shoulders cuz this dramas thick as quotas  they bust at you and you bust back  but just like a whip you gunna snap back  how they gunna fuck wit you fuck that  kill them all so they dont come back    mindstate crime rate with jail bait  man if you mistake a mistake dont even wait  but motha fucka get up outa my face  its a dirty loss for a dirty game  but motha fucka its dirty shame    these lyrics are submitted by Iam Sohigh