text: {It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby
  Its not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he wielded
  A hammer and told ..... to get out of his car.}
  Yeah, now check it
  From alligator belts to patty melts, I be that smoothest nigga
  So how do you figure that Atlanta dont be pullin dem triggas?
  The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this bitch
  Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that wickedness
  See one is for the money, two is for my niggas who jack
  Niggas aint takin that shit no mo, they got big Benz and Cadillac
  My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin now?
  Im pissin up on Jeffreys Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul
  Too close for comfort, too close to home
  Too close to be playin your boy, so hey, why dont you get your own?
  As long, as I got this legally
  People see that we can be on top of things without causin another nigga sorrow
  I know it seems it aint enough to go around
  But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause its a better day tomorrow
  Thats all I can say, cant tell the future
  Tomorrows another day but today, they just might shoot you
  For your ride, fuck your pride, hide better be out your seat
  Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
  Ask me, if that material shit is worth your life
  I dont know about yours, but if so, you smoking pipes, right?
  Either want a Benz or a Beamer
  Deep in the Dungeon for these many months
  Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
  Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn em
  Gettin deep off in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
  Chest/chess, I never played but made many a moves
  I still blame it on the session cause I cant remember the due
  I guess, I feel that getting a Benz is out of the question
  The world is yelling Hootie Hoo but in my pockets nuthin but
  Gum and lint, to sum the shit, up, Im broke
  Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke
  Im travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
  And thinkin of startin the ways to get that motherfucker crunk
  See yes I be that nigga that with that sess off in my chest
  Smokin and chokin them token blacks, that wanted to test
  See strong niggas survive and the weak niggas they die
  I never fuck no white bitch, I stopped eatin at pig stys
  Be activatin that Lo-Jack cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
  Campbellton Road is open, the B-I-G has spoken
  Cause its like this
  Either want a Benz or a Beamer
  I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in Call of the Wild
  Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred miles
  The world is FUCKED UP how these niggas be driving drunk
  Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your trunk
  To me the car does not belong, I use that strong arm robbery
  Robbin spree, look at me, W-M-B backwards
  Takin you to the chop shop with these verses
  Comin around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
  I got a word of wisdom, for those who must resist
  Youll be needin a physical therapist, cause you cant fuck with this
  While you sat down by the seashore thinkin about some seashells
  I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill thinkin about the V-12
  But maybe not for long because I just done seen the light
  Im packing my screwdriver so see Im gon be alright
  Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a slalom
  Now I aint got no problem, Im just breaking the steering column
  I spot him, in the middle of the MARTA parking lot
  Im hearin a voice in the back of my head yellin Andre stop!
  But do I stop, naw, I figure its a come up
  But now Im goin down cause the folks wanna run up
  BANG!!!
  Either want a Benz or a Beamer
  {These days, the best way to deal with a carjacker
  Is to simply give them what they want.}