The Ojays
(Verse)
At the stop sign, I looked both ways, pumping Ojays
My pops put me on that, catching a contact
And weed blew from the backseat, two niggas I just met
A month ago, I'm staring in the rear view, suspect
I catch a screwface from one of em two faced niggas
I'm wonderin how these two snakes eva snuk in my crew
Wait, they knew Filthy, now these clowns in the back of my ride
But I ain't mention Nervous on the passenger side
He tipsy yellin, yo my ten G's in the trunk plus yours
I know ya yung but this the most dough you've seen thus far
I tried to smile but barely did, I glanced in the backseat
Feelin like these cats got plans to attack me
But maybe that's weed smoke making me so paranoid
Of sum' snakes, Nervous asked me was I straight
Said it's written on my face, what was up?
Eyes motioned to the back, I said nuttin much
I turned the CD up, a coincidence, Ojays, backstabbers
I laughed at the irony, em niggas still eyein me
It musta been the alcohol cuz suddenly I shouted
Y'all know this is yo favorite song, what the f**k ya poutin fo?
Nervous told me chill out, em niggas just smiled
One turned to his man, started whisperin loud
I couldn't tell what he was sayin tho
I turned around and said ya got sumethin to say, then say it, hoe
And befo I knew it, he mad movement, both em niggas popped out gats
Reply pull the f**k ova, nigga, how bout that?!
f**k man I knew these niggas was sum fake ass vests
Couldn't trust as far as I could smell their stank ass breath
I pulled ova to the side, looked at Nervous
I guess he sobered up, they told us open the trunk and get out slowly
Said lemme see yo hands, show me
And if ya make a move fo yo weapon, it's ova, hommie
I wish we had one but wasn't packin
Bad mistake as this nigga pistol whipped my face and I ate pavement
Grabbed the cash out the trunk, hopped in the front
Me and Nervous helpless as the spinna man spin away
We just stood there, shocked
(Hook)
Pride hurt, plus our pockets
Told Nervous, time to mobilize, he looked at me and nodded
Yeah, pride hurt, plus our pockets
Told Nervous, time to mobilize, he looked at me and nodded
(Verse 2: Nervous Reck)
f**k it, yo, that twenty ain't sh*t, are ya aight?
Wipe that blood off, here's a handkerchief, ya living the life
Of a criminal now, I should have neva brought ya round
I should have neva let ya drive the car, I shoulda held ya down
Cuz I know ya got a temper, ya say what's on yo mind
They was blowing smoke up in yo face, plus they tried to pry
Up in our business, I can't believe it totally went wrong
But I ain't tryna blame ya, I know this sh*t's my fault
See that 20 up in the trunk, it wasn't from a show
I lied, I was supposed to off these cats on the low
And I was gonna tell ya but I ain't want ya to know
Cuz in order to do it right, we had to get close
So I figured the best way, take em out to get tipsy
Let em smoke sumething, I thought takin ya wit me would
Give ya a hands on look at my profession
It's the underworld, the only way that I relieve aggression
And ya told me befo that ya was interested in it
Been a minute, I've been watching ya grow into a menace
I know ya mad lost, don't mean to speak like this
That bastard must have found a heat tucked underneath my sh*t
And when he saw the opportunity he couldn't let it pass
f**k, I can't blame him, yo he caught me slipping bad
But we bout to get it back and I'ma tell ya how
Call Bobby, tell him meet us right now, it's going down
See I left the tank on E, they ain't getting more than five to ten miles
Up the street, so tell em bring the heat
Drove off in that direction, five minutes later
Seen em stalled past the intersection, what a relief
(Outro)
It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'
Grabbed the bags out the back and ya don't want beef
It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'
Grabbed the bags out the back and ya don't want beef
