the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the father of rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
than one to regain your senses Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses We're the victims of the heartbreak That kept us short of breath Trapped
they see the flash You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap
the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
don?t know but you don?t hear me though Yo, check this out My body collapse in the raps And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap Better watch your table
New York, yeah, we G'ed up Act up, clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beamer Taxin' your cash and you ask me to ease up
go He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's setting traps
the block on the map If the city ain't sellin' And the people ain't yellin' I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap Hustlenomics all I know Flip
verse mixed up (See what I'm sayin') Gotsta hold on I been trapped for so long Gotsta hold on I been trapped for so long Gotsta hold on I been trapped
Van Wick it Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket But it backfired, air in the back tires Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap
see the flash You ain't ballin, you pump faking Till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones that drop Some say the little locs are gettin' a little too loc'ed
He jumps in his piro, headed down the bayou He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat He's settin' his traps
Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you We just wanna keep makin' you proud My life is trapped in these lines That's why I'm packin' these **** I
up And give up and lay down and die "What do I have to complain about anyway?" Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire" This wasn't actually true Ed
CHORUS) GOT A CHEVY SITTIN ON 24's (YA GID) HIT THE TRAP AND MOVE A COUPLE OF THEM O's (YA DIG) EVERY NIGGA ROUND ME SELL WHITE(YA DIG) RE UP AND MOVE
shit that I wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penatentary, sending me letters, I answer back That eventually, we be all bentley'ed out
no Katrina, it's the fury they speak of, The Woman Scorned She live a life of the neglected, housewife Inside castle protected, trapped by Jaded walls
