J.a.y.o.

Aaaaaaaw Yeah Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa

haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all

distance. Mind your own you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.

(1st Verse):

These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed

They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me

But I ain't trippin sippin on something 90 proof

>From the floor to the roof I spit this game to youth

By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor

If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?

You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta

Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya

Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate

And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate

Never try to floss and show off your stacking

On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos

Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies

Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali

You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it

Trying to escape reality...in four minutes

(Chorus):

Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree

stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down

to the nitty gritty.

>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and

get funky while we got 'em.

(2nd verse):

Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,

Felony got love coming from both sides

About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on

Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill

'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill

With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his

grind on - Fool kill that!

I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do?

To survive, I got to work for you?

Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy

Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect

With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing

along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed

Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes.

(Chorus)

(3rd verse)

And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute

It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit

I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up,

I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya

I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward

Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all

And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing

Time is just too valuable to be wasting

On the independent stroke or with a ?

I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer

We got to get it while it's good to get

Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town

Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat

Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat

To the end we represent-we in it to win it

Trying to escape reality in four minutes

(Chorus)