Chorus
Time never wait for no man
Peep it slow hand
Lions is all, we really no lambs
Get money split it up with my brohams.
When you go outside dont let the door slam
Dont let the door slam x3
When you go outside
(repeat)
Gracious lord I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pain
Plotting With my brother from another mother about running things
Another rhyme table mission
cause rap aint paying off and aint no food in the kitchen
So I am gonna get these p's with the elle with the smell that make the smokers go crazy Can you feel me like braille
politikn about a move or two
so we can put on for the city like they used to do
And all them hos that didnt call me boo
or break their backs when they see the ... im cruising through
cause they respect it when your clockin major figures
throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers
watching for the laws with the judges on call
shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers
Chorus
Now who is that peeking in my window
music on crescendo
vibing to the sounds of the endo
playing king kong nintendo
i cant trust a soul n***as givin up their kin for
grandmammas mamma and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing them junkies hubbas I tell the story how it be
Dont bring no dirt in mine
Dont speak on what you see
Always call before you come
You get jammed you dont know me
Leave that wife at the door
Wash your hands before you eat
Dont play the game if it aint keeps
Be ready for the finals
better practice what you preach
You aint the stand up type then find a seat
your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak
Chorus
Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes
of playa that holds for cameras and shine for hoes
gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club
with drinks that dirty and shots that dubs
and people give kisses and hugs to n***as with plugs
minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs
talking about ba**, you thinking bout sub
marine maybe
they other other hoes in your boat
the people that tell be people you know
the people that hurt be people you owe
Time, now daddy aint around to hold them down now
for the benz with drawers and rims
instead of breaking even with odds and ends
you doing 5 to 10 on the late night
for swimming in pools with great whites
they smell that dirty money
no last train to london, or paris
life is more then carrots and f** cokes
on the low that tick tock is worth more
Chorus