Say we got bowls in the living room, white on the stove A couple thousand beans, no rice for 'em though Got a house full of straps and n***as runnin patrol We got one on the porch, got one at the door Got kids in the back room, about 3 or 4 They mama ain't here, we sent the b**h to the store We needed bags for the green, and razor blades for the blow And rubber bands for the money, oh and tissue and soap Trap house jumpin off the hinges for the dope And the n***a on the porch is on the phone (oh sh**...) So he ain't catch the narcs pullin up like he was 'posed (OH sh*t) 'Fore he could send the word they already in the door (DAMN) Boy it's pure chaos, runnin the back doors Tryin to flush a whole sack of soft down the commode And that's a no-no, they laid us all face down on the floor And half these n***as ain't even old enough to vote Let me speak to my lawyer [Hook] Let me speak to my lawyer (4x) Back seat of the squad car Gettin read all the sh** I'm being charged for They just shut a n***a down like garage doors They found enough firepower to start a small war We can't blame society, it's all our fault This is where n***as start snitchin to cut they time off They keep searching the house and finding more and more They taking the girl kids away, we can't do nothing for her They busting walls open, cutting up sofas and mattresses Just to find out where all the cash is hid I don't know sh** about sh**, so don't ask me sh** We knew the risks yet we still couldn't imagine this Every n***a in the house pumpin packages And now we all gettin' charged like batteries You think I'm giving n***as up, it ain't happening Be grateful I even let you n***as capture me Let me speak to my lawyer [Hook 4x]