Spaghetti Junction

Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches

tootin like it's cool yous a fool

and i can't just sit around and watch

those nose membranes flame

my ends is loose and you can't stop that rain

when it starts to fall

Over like Ms. Pacman

hammer and vogues and catman

i'm speaking about them crows

cause you know nothing bout that man

the nigga the B-I-G is high in flight like valujet

you thinking about the beating

this my end is never met nigga

black man, white man, J man aint no joke

remember me and my cousin used to sit up o' the porch

and talk about when we get older

now we up against the ropes, yeah they kickin niggaz door down

cause it aint no dope on the streets

a quarter pound of feet weed that's all a nigga like me need

talking about that southern ses, nigga you all up in that mess

but never shall you test and never shall you quiz

running up on me with that fuck shit

will get you nothing but dead nigga

Hook

be careful where you roam

cause you might not make it home

don't you dare ever get lost

or get caught up in that sauce

to all you playas play your brims

and you hustlers chrome your rims

lacks and pimps and macks

i love the corners that you bend

Well i'm dranking on yak while i'm dippin off in that 'lac

them junkins around my way ya'll always smokin on that crack

be layin them college park hoez flat on they backs

living the life of pimps steadily making this paper stack

niggaz don't understand the master plan

crumble your 'erb man til they start kickin the doors in

then be ready to blast them out, like Kast, we bout to crash

so mayday, may Dre knock them up off they ass boy

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those

people got.. we forgot, they always goona keep a plot

right up they sleeve you won't believe they decieve like weave

theives can break in your crib and leave in that good life to

so give me, me and then i'm straight as 8:05

see blind folds can't cover three eyes

we wise to the fact so we attack wit what we know

heaven is the only good life so what you strivin fo

Hook

Well like flip-flops and football socks

a nigga be rockin the mike like birthdays

lil jon and sercy so are you worthy

i'm callin yo'ass a flaw pimp

yappin' about this crew you run wit

Bankhead bouncin to that dump shit

So what else can you come wit

They can bite but cannot be us

they can come and pick a little slang but cannot see us

you ought to be a shame tryin' to fit in my adidas

so run like dmc is me and no, don't get no heater

well wez dippin around the corner

in that golden stankin lincoln

and got my heat up under my seat

just case these youngstas try to take it

pullin a pistol on a black man

was never the plot but sometimes

my brothers will dis us and try to take my spot

well they come like black stallions in the night

usually around 4 or 5 that's when they figure the time is right

when you good and sleep i couldn't until i seen't

wit my own eyes here they come over the hill surprise

hook