“Three thangs you don't never do: fuck with a man, his change, or his mama
You do that, you want drama
Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm out chea which one of you boys want me
I'mma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man and I'm ready ta deal with cha
I'm prepared for the toe taggin'
Keep my Reeboks strapped tight with my Gibauds saggin'
Now, I done rocked a couple of ki's and I done flipped that two times
I know I'm in a drought and they gonna pursue mine
I got bills to pay I can't be playin' with you jokers
These youngsters somethin' else now, you bout it they'll provoke ya
You can't understand how a nigga my age
Can hit the streets psyched up bustin' with the twelve gauge
But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese
In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets OD'd”
- Ghetto Children