Think Fast - Explicit Album Version

(Do that shit)
 That's right
 Motherfucker, that's right
 You Know that bitch baby
 He's talking shit about our clique but he don't Crazy
 You see the writing on my dick
 You know that trick, Tracy
 Yeah, she's making me sick
 Living that life
 We used to do the same shit
 Shit gets drastic some kids need help
 Some need their ass kicked
 And some would never learn
 To earn there own way living of their daddy
 Had he not been rich
 They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
 You gotta change your tune or change your pitch
 Because life ain't easy man
 Life's a bitch
 Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
 Keep on going were you're headed
 You's alive to regret it
 Yes it hurts
 To face the truth and
 Realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose
 If things ain't like they ought to be
 You 've got to think fast
 The aftermath
 Of your actions whiplash
 Think fast!
 I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs
 Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
 Thinking they're going to peel
 Somebody's caps
 Roaming the streets with black hats
 Chrome straps
 Sipping on brew
 Ready to react
 Of any nigga they see that nigga could be me
 Capital I.C.E
 Got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest
 Thinking they could test
 A real rider from the west
 I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross and
 The ghetto's been good to me
 But you've got to take precautions
 Brothers get got what they least
 Expect it or neglect it
 You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
 Nowadays you got to pull shit
 Haters on some bullshit
 Jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip
 If your tool spits
 Shake the spot or get your duck on
 Cause if you press your luck on
 Stupid is what you're stuck on
 Think fast!
 That girl Sheila got a daughter
 She be clubbing every night
 Sheila had her daughter young
 Still that just ain't right
 Plus she rides the white horse
 She used to ride my pony
 If I hit it now, I'd break it
 'Cause Sheila's just too bony
 Smoking speed released the lions
 I'm not lying I'm not sober
 I'm still trying, Hiding the truth
 With substitutes a hundred proof
 A fuck up. face it
 One of L.A.'s wasted youth
 Label me as an enemy of the law, the lost star
 My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
 See we be breaking the law
 Smoking on non-menthols thinking fast
 So I'm ready for any all out brawls
 And ya. Brothers get your hustle on
 Ballers and get your shit tight
 House parties get shot up
 And turned up before midnight
 Drive-bys and fistfights
 Zig zag and crack pipes
 There's a fifty fifty chance
 That tonight will be your last night
 Think fast!