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

Money, money, money by the ton

A nigga livin' like Thanksgiving (Way too fat, man)

Gold, diamonds and rubies (Just flushed 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 and look at motherfuckers mean

Man, those motherfuckers can't ride

Well, it's sad, homeboy, you ain't never lied

The motherfucker rides 'cause it's souped up (Souped up)

But if hot ones is fired, niggas better duck

And I'ma make the Chevy run faster than a money counter

Mac D-Shot hangin' out the window with a MAC-10 silent sounder

These are the things you 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, beloved and drunk

You know, just like you, sayin' forty ain't no punk

Quiet as a cat, man, this nigga got some game

Turn up 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 Danelle (Mac D-Shot)

Gettin' busy 'bout the motherfuckin' mail (Straight paper)

Don't worry about a sucker (A punk motherfucker)

'Cause I throw these things too swell (TKO)

Hopped in the motherfuckin' drop (Like that?)

Struck to the motherfuckin' block (Better known as the spot)

Seen a man in tan tryna serve on my land and shine

Dropped the motherfucker like he was hot (Little ol' punk)

My peoples from the Bay understand this (Like me)

And when shots are my mouth, I don't miss (Bulls-eye)

A word, phrase, noun or clause

I'm spittin' game just for the cause (For the energy)

Renee called Nicole (That's my homegirl)

Mac Shawn fired up the weed (Zesty)

Nicole on the scanner had heard the word

That D was caught in a high-speed (Now that's drama)

In the cell with no bail, so what can I say?

Caught a case at seventeen on his way to YA

Yeah, Solano County sheriffs tried to get with my brother's program

But you know that I know that Mac D-Shot don't give a damn

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

It's about cash, cars, hoes, money (Brra)

Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny (Hey)

I've been around this type of shit all my life (B-Legit)

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 teacher's aide

The bullets that I drop are hot like gonorrhea

See ya

Never learn and so you burn, my friend

And now you know that niggas wasn't even jokin', man

Niggas try to join my clique 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 and applied last summer

His bitch is on my tip, man, I can't shake her

I send her to the track, tell her come back with paper

I mean mail (Mail?), another word for money (Oh)

I want it fat like King Kong Bundy

Pager boomin' seriously, material bitch in agony

Wantin' me to penetrate the crevice very badly

Get with the program, slut, you're just interruptin'

There's way too many skeezers out there wantin' me to fuck

The Bay Area, my brother, that's where the real shit happens

Niggas don't be barkin', just mackin' and cappin'

Slappin' hoes, triple Daytons and Vogues

Top hat strikin' in the '89 Rolls

Never would let a nigga play me like I'm bad dope

Oh, and my haircut was 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 the gas, we need a boatload of ammo

This shit is real, not the movie Commando

And this'll be the light-'em-up scandal

And when I'm done, I'ma blow 'em out like candles

See what I'm talkin' 'bout? Don't take the wrong route

You try to get in the mix and get took out

Yeah, as far as you tryna 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 north side of Cali, man

But you don't hear me 'cause you think this shit is funny

It's about cash, cars, hoes, money

Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny (This shit ain't funny)

I've been around this type of shit all my life (All my life)

A nigga can't tell me shit about the price (Thirteen-eighty)

Thirteen-eighty K, it ain't fade (Fade)

Sliced and wrapped in thirty-six fuckin' ways (That's nice)

Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangsters (Gangsters)

Crews, staffs, tribes, clans, cliques and pranksters (Pranksters)

Break down the D, cut it up in boulders (Boulders)

The brothers with the hearts that roll in my car soldiers (Soldiers)

Now I'm gonna stall and pause and take a sip (Sip)

And finish the remainings of the forty that I ripped

How about that?