Lyrics
yo, you thought is was ova
it ain't eva gon' been ova,
i should've told ya,
we only gon blow up,
take everything , even the owner,
every car in the world, even the ones from daytona,
i heard they call you road, cuz you just been run ova,
and i neva keep my gun in da holdster,
i'm always prepared, for robbery and hold ups,
and i stay having dough , cuz i robbed a dunking donuts,
mach tenz, knives, machetes , and revolvers,
come on dogs' i was young and i'm only getting older,
plus i was dumb, every class i took over,
till i learned the slums, ain't no coke had cold cuts,
arm and hammer, baking soda,
learn to cook, this aint' no reading rainbow book,
i'm talking bout crooks, You c Money , then look,
cuz you neva gon' get ya hands on it,
and if you do , ya ring, ya watch, ima pawn 'em,
wake up the next morning, tired and yawing,
used ya money , all out , that night i was balling,
you stupid, ya azz tried calling,
how ya own fam rob ya , while we was talking,
i C ya stalling, i knew something was up ,
come on let's start walking,
don't make stupid move, turn off ya damn walkman,
cuz ima do what ima do,
oohhh, nga, where you them shoes,
what you mean i can't have it, you don't get to choose,
you wanna play around nga, you gonna lose, don't play around nga, call truce
