Big Black Truck

Yeah Uh Yeah, uh, whoa shit, whoa shit Whoa, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa Yeah, uh, uh, yeah This is gonna be weird, but don't cut it off though, uh Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really it's nada Click, clack, blow Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry Up in the morning at 6:45 When I be up, I be talking to God We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? I think they setting me up for demise I think they plottin', just look in they Whoa shit, whoa shit, okay I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas I'm working on my back swing They coming at my back attacking A tackle, a technical foul, travel Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle? And bet your bottom butler buddy Gettin' blacked on, if he act wrong Get your motherfucking strap on, leave it at home And I'm Taxstone, brrat, brrat At your hat, send me up to Sing Sing for that If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that Shoot the picture, if I get you, I'ma get you When I get you, I'ma get you, Jack I'm kickin' back Thinkin how these niggas tried to hate me In the rear-view mirror, like are y'all serious? I'ma pull up on niggas and these just my littles But these be the killers for real (yeah) Up in the morning at 6:45 When I be up, I be talking to God We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s Cheaters and liars, but who on your side? I feel they setting me up for demise I think they plottin', just look in they eyes Whoa shit, whoa shit, okay Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really it's nada Click, clack, blow Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry Nigga you know how we ride, nigga Carbon 15s and 9s only