imma mother fucking tank imma a smart ass mother fucker and I dont care what you think packing heat travel in fleets I will meet you anywhere and bang you up in d's streets pump it up pump pump pump it up shawty saying she lookin for a gangster looking for a mother fucking gangster imma show her she is in no danger danger lookin all around and all I see is stranger strangers we keep ya safe in d's streets running a muck at least 3 or 4 deep deep as the deepest waters you be white cappin like the top of some ol dirty water got an ol lady who says she done fought her and she b a bad bitch no pulling hair or rip and clawing she b dropping bombs and straight brawlin and shot callin as we be switching it up and drinkin a tall one or maybe two but not to many past a few then take out a spliff pack it up pack it up pack it up put some lean in my cup some green and just a bump gets going past the down in the dumps so we don't have to keep poverty in our car trunks and every time we speak her name she comes around every now and then smiling and keepin on grining knowing what I know your face will surely show the signs of the beginning of pleasure and pain the feeling of regrets and bloodstains on the last late night train that arrived going anywhere and everywhere except the place that really mattered and like I care or do I