This Is The Sh*t That Will F*ck With Your Brain, Boy

Money, money, money by the ton
 A nigga livin' life, thangs well (Way too fat man)
 Gold, diamonds, and rubies (Just plushed out)
 Sittin' in the lounge, puffin' on indo
 Hoes, Nintendo, and doobies (Lovely)
 Brothers gettin' bored from the daily routine
 (Let's go deep in the Chevy, look at motherfuckers mean)
 Man those motherfuckers can't rap (Well let's sag)
 Homeboy you ain't livin' life
 The motherfuckers ride is souped up (Souped up)
 But if hot ones if fired, niggas better duck
 And I'ma make the Chevy run faster than a money counter man
 D Shot hangin' out, what you wanna do with a mack 10 stand
 These are the things ya need to know man
 This shit I'm spittin' niggas don't understand
 When I first heard this shit I even tripped
 And I made it up, ain't that a bitch
 I was burnt, twisted, full of it and drunk
 You know, just like you sayin' "40 ain't no punk"
 (Wild as a cat, man this nigga got some game)
 (Servin' for the purpose you know, not for the fame)
 This is the shit that will fuck with your brain boy
 It's the shit that will fuck with your brain
 This is the shit that will fuck with your brain boy
 It's the shit that will drive you insane
 Brothers kickin' it with DeNiel (Mack D Shot)
 Gettin' busy bout the motherfuckin' mail (Straight paper)
 Don't worry about a sucker (A punk motherfucker)
 Cause I throw these thangs too swell (Tea cake)
 Hopped in the motherfuckin' drop (Like that)
 Struck to the motherfuckin' block (Better knew as the spot)
 Seen a man in tan tryin' to serve on my land
 And shine dropped a motherfucker like he was hot (Lil' ol' pimp)
 My people from the Bay understand this (Like me)
 And when shot from my mouth, I don't miss (Bullseye)
 A word, phrase, now a clause
 I spit game just for the cause (Money hurt G)
 Renee called Nicole (That's my ho)
 And Shawn fired up the weed (Zesty)
 Nicole on the scanner had heard the word
 That we was caught in a high-speed (Now that's drama)
 In a cell with no bail, so what can I say
 Caught a case of seventeen on his way to I-A
 (Yeah, so why does county sheriff try to get with my brother's program)
 (But you know that I know that mack D Shot don't give a damn)
 It's about cash, cars, hoes, money
 Coke we deal and that shit ain't funny
 I been around this type of shit all my life
 A nigga can't tell me shit about the price
 It's like a school fool and I get paid
 Havin' any room for any teachers made
 The bullets that I drop are hot like gonorrhea (Gunshots)
 (AHHH!!!)
 See ya
 Never learn and so ya burn my friend
 And now ya know that niggas wasn't even jokin' man
 Niggas try to jon my click so they can get with me
 Come to find out the faculty has no vacancy
 Ain't that a trip, ain't that a bummer
 Man those motherfuckers tried to apply last summer
 It's bitches on my tip man, I can't shake her
 I send her to the track, tell her come back with paper
 I need mail another word for money (Oh)
 I want it fat like King Kong Bundy
 Pager boomin' seriously
 Material bitch in agony
 Need to penetrate the crevice very badly
 Get with the program slut, don't just interrupt
 It's way too many skeezers out there wantin' me to fuck
 The Bay Area my borther, that's where the real shit happens
 Niggas don't be barkin' just mackin' and campin'
 Slappin' hoes, triple Daytons and Vogues
 Top half strikin' in the 89 Rolls
 Never would let a nigga play me like I'm bad though boy
 My haircut is done by London Pope
 B go get the four door, mob station wagon (Like that)
 On the double cause niggas can't be laggin'
 Load up the back with gas, we need a boat-load of ammo
 This shit is real, not the movie "Commando"
 And this'll be the light em' up scandal
 And when I'm done (Blow em' out like candles)
 See what I'm talkin' bout, don't take the wrong route
 Ya try to get in the mix and get took out
 Yeah, as far as you tryin' to fuck with niggas man
 Who really and truly can't get fucked with man
 You don't understand
 It's way too serious on this Northside of Cali man
 But you don't hear me cause you think this shit is funny
 It's about cash, cars, hoes money
 Coke we deal and the shit ain't funny
 I been around this type of shit all my life
 A nigga can't tell me shit about the price
 13-8 a cake, it ain't fade
 Sliced and rocked in thirty-six fuckin' ways
 Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangstas
 Crews, staff, tribes, clans, clicks, and pranksters
 Break down the D, cut it up in boulders
 Brothers with the heart to roll, I call em' soldiers
 Now I'm gonna stall and pause and take a sip
 Finish the remains of the forties that I ripped (Burps)
 How about that!