Big Black Truck

Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Uh, woah shit, woah shit Woah, woah shit, woah shit Woah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah It's gon' be weird, don't cut it off, though, uh Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada Click-clack, blood Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry Up in the morning at 6:45 (Woah, woah) When I be up, I be talking to God (Woah, woah) We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my (Woah, woah) Lions and tigers and niggas with knives (Woah, woah) Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? (Woah, woah) I think they setting me up for demise (Woah, woah) I think they plottin', just look in they (Woah, woah) Woah, shit, woah, shit, okay I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas I'm working on my back swing, they coming at my back attacking A tackle, a technical foul, travel Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle? And, bitch, your bottom butler buddy getting blacked on If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, brap-brap at your hat Send me up to Sing Sing for that If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that Shoot the picture, if I get you I'ma get you, when I get you, I'ma get you, Jack I'm kickin' back thinkin' how these niggas tried to hate me In the rear view mirror like, are y'all serious? I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles But these be the killers for real (Yeah) Up in the morning at 6:45 (Woah, woah) When I be up, I be talking to God (Woah, woah) We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my (Woah, woah) Lions and tigers and niggas with knives (Woah, woah) Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? (Woah, woah) I feel they setting me up for demise (Woah, woah) I think they plottin', just look in they eyes (Woah, woah) Shit, woah, shit, okay Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada Click-clack, blood Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry Nigga, you know how we ridin', nigga Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only