text: I call the crib they say Breeze, you aint know?
  I say What? Big Time got popped in his Benzo!
  I said Damn man, Im riding in his Lexus
  Im bout to dump this niggas shit in New Dimensions
  Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
  And tell em the money man done slipped and got his throat cut
  And everything that we took from the warehouse
  I heard somebody talkin bout it at the White House
  Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
  I aint know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
  You tell his folks that Im sorry bout that Lexus
  Im bout to dip and see my sister up in...naaah!
  Cant even tell you where I put my extra playa card
  Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
  Just tell everybody who owe us a dime
  Its the great ho round up yo money time
  I got to have mine, then Im outta here!
  Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
  Aint got to worry bout yo partner getting caught like a lame
  It wont be over til that big girl from Decatur sang
  (It wont be over til that big girl from Decatur sang!
  East Point police dont know a damn thang...)
  Yeah, it wont be over, check this out
  Can you see what I be hearing talking to spirits when I sleep?
  Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
  About that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
  Looking up in your face, I see a coward and a dimwit
  Looking to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
  Serving a warrant to a baby daddy who didnt come to court
  On a Tuesday, April Fools Day, dont get caught slipping
  Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion
  Penny pinchers trying to stack for ninety-six
  Buying another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know wes in the mix
  I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
  Cause them niggas at the corner sto been looking at me for too long
  Staring like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
  Dont be biased, but I know it has to come
  So I put two in the sky to let them know Im babysittin
  Yall dont know nothin bout Big Boi, cause that nigga steady dipping
  It aint over til the bitch open her mouth up
  And sang
  Took me a long time to get here
  Long time, man
  Im talking about, years, and years
  Riding past funeral fields holding bodies of my peers
  If you dont educate yourself
  Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you supposed to get paid?
  Niggas walk around get with shade tree ass ways
  Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
  Back and forth like a see-saw
  Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag
  Looking to get my Goodie feel
  Im broke in like some old men
  Whod stop dem or would stop
  Im dropping lines for the big plot
  Sixteen is when I started this dream
  Its ninety-six Im in your face
  Can you hear that bitch scream?