The luxuries I gotta have it, black Navi
He's in the streets holdin' up traffic
With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic
My glass is, filled with
J.D. and coca-cola classic
And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin' for yo asses
I'mma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me
You niggas phony, that's why I did that to your homie
For instance, when the
Mac-9 will erase your existence
So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin'
Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin'
Sayin', man let me go, he bout to start with that trippin...