Think Fast Lyrics

You know that bitch baby.
Hes talking shit about our clique.
But he dont know crazy.
You see the writing on my d**k.
You know that trick, Tracey.
Yeah, shes making me sick.
Living that life,
We used to do the same shit.
Shit gets drastic.
Some kids need help.
Some need their a*s kicked.
And some will never learn
To earn their own way
Living off their daddy.
Had he not been rich,
Theyd be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
Youve got to change your tune
Or change your pitch.
Because life aint easy man,
Lifes a bitch.
Shit is harder than hard
About as hard can get.
Keep on going where youre headed
Yous alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth.
And realize that the worlds
Got your neck in a noose.
If things aint like they ought to be
Youve got to think fast.
The aftermath
Of your actions whiplash.
I know you all tired of these
Wanna-be thugs claiming they real
Be running, grabbing their steel
Thinking theyre going to peel.
My niggas cap.
Roaming the streets with black hats,
Chrome straps.
Sipping on brew
Ready to react
Off any nigga they see.
That nigga could be me.
Capitol I.C.E.
Got a mother f**king .357 To put eleven holes in their chest.
Thinking they could test
A real rider from the west.
I roll flossin.
Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and
The ghettos been good to me
But youve got to take precautions.
Brothers get got when they least
Expect it or neglect it.
Youll never catch the dirty
In the streets without protection.
Nowadays
You got to pull shit.
Haters on some bullshit.
Jumpin out of cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip.
If your tool spits
Shake the spot or get your duck on.
Cause if you press your luck on,
Stupid is what youre stuck on.
That girl Sheila got a daughter.
She be clubbing every night.
Sheila had her daughter young.
Still that just aint right.
Plus she rides the white horse,
She used to ride my pony.
If I hit it now, Id break it
Cause Sheilas just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions.
Im not lying.
Im not sober.
Im still trying.
Hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof.
A f**k up. Face it.
One of L.A.s wasted youth.
Label me
As an enemy of the law.
The lost star.
My familys not too happy
With the trouble that Ive caused.
See, we be breaking the law,
Smoking on non-menthols,
Thinking fast so Im ready
For any all out brawls.
And yo, brothers get your hustle on.
Ballers and get your shit tight.
House parties get shot up.
And turned up before midnight.
Drive-bys and fistfights.
Zig zags and crack pipes.
Theres a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night

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