I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in Thirty eight waist enough to put one nine in Really a thirty six without the gun I'm thin but when the gat is tucked I'm fat as fuck Ignorant bastard I'm takin it back to day one No kids but trust me I know how to raise a gun For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun well here's the shock of your life the glock not the mic Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother I'm a crook like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka编辑于1998/05/19更新