Ambulance

Yeah papoose in the buildingI got the city lockedThugga up in the buildingThey got the semis cockedMan we always on fireNiggas ain't really hotCulture Power Homie, 4, 5You fuckin with the wrong guyIn the back of that ambulance it'sA long rideIn the back of that ambulance truckI put your ass in the back of thatAmbulance truckYou dying slow you actin likeYou gonna pop soon as you think you hotIn the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shotIn the back of that ambulance truckI put yo ass in the back of thatAmbulance truckYou betta watch who you call or hold you downYou ain't neva know when you gonna have to blow em downFriends be yo worst enemiesI know it sounds crazy but it's real homeboyI show you howCallin on the real niggas you know in townTalking about meet me at the club I know ya styleYou don't callup no one but timeYou rollin foul, You just be callin him becauseYou know he be towin clownWhat if you and him catch drama it's goin downYou don't tote yo hammer like that and you know it nowYou got yo red monkeys on you fly my niggaAmbulance come they cut yo jeans with scissorsYou talking like you gully got in yo assNow you talking like a mummy through that oxygen maskYou man coulda dropped you off left you in the streetsHe ain't wanna get you blood in his car seatsNow they askin you ya name ya age ya addressBut you can't give an answer you breathin ya last breath'Bout to panic under pressure and fold you mad stressedSee yo future faddin you past tenseCulture Power Homie, 4, 5You fuckin with the wrong guyIn the back of that ambulance it'sA long rideYou dying slow you actin likeYou gonna pop soon as you think you hotIn the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shotIn the back of that ambulance truckI put yo ass in the back of thatAmbulance truckIn the back of that ambulance truckI put your ass in the back of thatAmbulance truckYou a coward in the streets in you bars you toughBut I don't believe you I don't care how hard you bluffNiggas comin through with hoodies like they hard to touchI pull that hoodie over you head and wash you upYa'll supporting these lost artists like they the GodfatherThat's word to my Aunt Margaret None of they bars honestTalking about you New York's hardest you spitHard garbage. You ain't a hard artist, You a Con artistGet it on ya'll cowards avoid it when it's onScream like a bitch and make noises when it's onMy man right or wrongThat ain't the point the point I pointing crawnsSo I point if he right I point it if he wrongThese little rappers being putting poison in they songYou paranoid man you annoying when it's onI came up hard ain't have a choice to get it onTold this little nigga stop topyin when it's onYou man died I'm disappointed that he goneBut the way you movin you about to join him in the morgueYou getting older now you voice is getting strongIf you make it past eighteen then boy youLivin longThis is thugga thugga we enjoy to get it onI keep it Brooklyn like Hoyt ans SchimmerhornCulture Power Homie, 4, 5You fuckin with the wrong guyIn the back of that ambulance it'sA long rideYou dying slow you actin likeYou gonna pop soon as you think you hotIn the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shotIn the back of that ambulance truckI put yo ass in the back of thatAmbulance truckIn the back of that ambulance truck