Crazy Town: Think Fast

You know that bitch baby.Hes talking shit about our clique.But he dont know crazy.You see the writing on my dick.You know that trick, Tracey.Yeah, shes 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 will never learnTo earn their own wayLiving off their daddy.Had he not been rich,Theyd be broker than a jokeAnd forced to switchYouve got to change your tuneOr change your pitch.Because life aint easy man,Lifes a bitch.Shit is harder than hardAbout as hard can get.Keep on going where youre headedYous alive to regret itYes it hurtsTo face the truth.And realize that the worldsGot your neck in a noose.If things aint like they ought to beYouve got to think fast.The aftermathOf your actions whiplash.I know you all tired of theseWanna-be thugs claiming they realBe running, grabbing their steelThinking theyre going to peel.My niggas cap.Roaming the streets with black hats,Chrome straps.Sipping on brewReady to reactOff any nigga they see.That nigga could be me.Capitol I.C.E.Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest.Thinking they could testA real rider from the west.I roll flossin.Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross andThe ghettos been good to meBut youve got to take precautions.Brothers get got when they leastExpect it or neglect it.Youll never catch the dirtyIn the streets without protection.NowadaysYou got to pull shit.Haters on some bullshit.Jumpin out of cadillacsAnd low lows with a full clip.If your tool spitsShake the spot or get your duck on.Cause if you press your luck on,Stupid is what youre stuck on.That girl Sheila got a daughter.She be clubbing every night.Sheila had her daughter young.Still that just aint right.Plus she rides the white horse,She used to ride my pony.If I hit it now, Id break itCause Sheilas just too bony. Smoking speed released the lions.Im not lying.Im not sober.Im still trying.Hiding the truthWith substitutes a hundred proof.A fuck up. Face it.One of L.A.s wasted youth.Label meAs an enemy of the law.The lost star.My familys not too happyWith the trouble that Ive caused.See, we be breaking the law,Smoking on non-menthols,Thinking fast so Im readyFor any all out brawls.And yo, 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 zags and crack pipes.Theres a fifty fifty chanceThat tonight will be your last night.