text: Yeah, Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes
  Elope, ski slopes 
  Damn, yeah, check it out
  Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches
  Tootin like its cool: hes a fool, and I cant just
  Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame
  My ends is loose and you cant stop that rain
  When it starts to fall
  Lookin like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man
  Im speaking about these pros cause you know nothing bout that, man
  The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet
  You thinkin about the beatin, this my ends is never met, nigga
  Black man, white man, Jew man, aint no joke
  Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch
  And talk about when we get older; now we up against the ropes
  Yeah, they kickin niggas door down, cause it aint no dope on the streets
  And a quarter pound of feet weed, thats all a nigga like me need
  Talkin about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess
  But never shall you test, and never shall you quit
  Runnin up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin but dead, nigga
  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
  Dont you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
  Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
  Yall, yes, yes, uhh
  Uh, well Im drankin on gnac while Im dippin off in that llac 
  The junkies around my way are always smokin up on that crack
  Be layin them College Park hoes flat on they backs 
  Livin the life of pimps steadily makin this paper stack
  Niggas dont understand the master plan, crumble yo herb, man
  Til they start kickin the do in, then we ready to blast them
  Out like Kast , we bout to crash 
  So mayday, may Dré, knock em up off they ass boi
  We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those
  People got we forgot they always gonna keep a plot
  Right up they sleeve you wont believe they deceive like weave
  Thieves cant break in your crib and leave in that good life too
  So gimme me and then Im straight, as eight-oh-five
  See, blindfolds cant cover three eyes
  We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know
  Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin fo?
  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
  Dont you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
  Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
  Yall, yes, yes, uhh
  Well, like flip-flops and football socks
  A nigga be rockin the mic like birthdays
  Lil Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?
  Im callin yo ass a flawed pimp
  Yappin about this crew you run wit
  Bankhead bouncin to that dumb shit
  So what mo can you come wit?
  Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us
  They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us
  You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my adidas
  So Run like D.M.C. is me and, no, dont got no heater
  Well, we zippin around the corner in that golden stankin Lincoln
  I got my heat up under my seat
  Just in case these youngsters tryin to take it
  Pullin the pistol on another black man was never the plot
  But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot
  They come like black stallions in the night
  Usually around fo or five is when they figure the time is right
  When you good and sleep; I couldnt sleep until I seen it
  Wit my own eyes, til they come over the hill—surprise
  Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
  Dont you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
  To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
  Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
  Yall, yes, yes, uhh