trust the nigga, we not playin'.
hell, yeah. we just wanna do shows and bone hoes.
we got a song fo' yo. it's called "shut up bitch and eat a dick".
it gitting cold, chuckie. game's not worth the dime.
we already in hell.
i don't know nothing.
she on her cell right now calling the pigs.
we going down for this!
you ain't earned the right to call me a nigga. and that goes for all you haters.
shit!
our new sneakers are stuck up in the dirt like they was last years.
we caught up in this bitch's life like a soap opera. we could just bail, blast out of town like we was never here.
ain't no one cares about the rent-a- pig. he just collateral damage to the peeps at the mall.
but if we hit the road now we'll be five hundred miles away before they find him. we could be drinking cold beer and swimmin' in the atlantic. just like you promised.
we ain't gonna make it, are we chuckie? i ain't never gonna see it. it's over for that, isn't it chuckie? just say it.
she was just some stupid housewife mouthin' off.
no chuckie, you ain't.
someone call her mama tell her to lay out her black dress.
when a nigga hungry, imma wolf.
yo left without yo goodbye kiss.
imma just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in.
yo think she carrying the big notes, maybe some ice?