time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out
they're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route
breakin' into cars trying to steal their system
gettin' super stupid thin
smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears
cause you're workin' for ya boy
came short and full of swears
ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product
can't be trusted cause you're living in the past
ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast
just give me just one more hit
i got a homeboy who is out on the block
he sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock
he gets his product snatched by some people in a car
the car pulls off as he hungs onto the side
of the car that is in motion
guess his product took a ride
he tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill
fake gold plate on the back
we'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast
just give me just one more hit