Texty:
Tribe Tied

me within a inch of my life Now, I ain't no sucker on the weak tip But let me tell you, she was on some motherfuckin' sex trip Took me to her crib that

to jail Straight to the County with no motherf*** bail Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh well My big homie, Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail He said, ?Trip

be strong if you wanna survive Get your diploma, go to college, get a nine to five Every year, you're makin' 30 Gs a pop Workin', see, and you're tied

'll have hell to pay And if your days are going by too fast It's time for you to slow down It's time for you to make it last Before you trip and slip

it for the pussy, pussy Who wants to come get a pie of the piece Got time for everyone, I ain't on no leash Be single and mingle around Seen one too many get tied

diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the

reconize Before we spark up some shit & leave the club televised my cousin still thuggin' that nigga paralyzed . clubbin in his wheelchair sittin on them 45's If a nigga trip

this girlie had a mustache [ VERSE 2: The Fresh Prince ] I remember last year, the day was October 5th And my family went away on a weekend ski trip

boo, someone you can talk to I walk these streets, tryin' hard not to hawk you Laugh when they stalk you, playin' my cards Weighin' the odds, I see your face like a mirage Your hair tied