(You Have The Right To Remain Silent)
Yeah. Aye. I know motherf*ckers that rob and steal,
And I know motherf*ckers that'll take your meal,
And I know motherf*ckers that keep that steel,
Chop it back, and watch it splat, then make them BBS' squeal, yeah
I know motherf*ckers that slang on the road and
I know motherf*ckers that swang that pole and
I know motherf*ckers that keep back low,
Tinted windows with the 22's on the f*ckin' indoor
I know motherf*ckers that'll keep it in a safe, yeah
I know motherf*ckers that'll snatch your f*ckin' plate, yeah
I know motherf*ckers that push that weight, chop it up, remix, then f*ckin' catch a case, yeah
I know motherf*ckers that hang in the cut
And I know motherf*ckers that're just dumbf*cks
And I know motherf*ckers that'll squeal for a deal and some motherf*ckin' walnuts,
I know motherf*cka's
And I know motherf*cka's (what?)
I know motherf*cka's
And I know motherf*cka's (who?)
I know motherf*cka's
They're not no motherf*cka's
They're not no motherf*cka's
They're not no motherf*cka's
(yeah, aye)
And I know motherf*ckers blow down 'caine
And I know motherf*ckers that eat fine thangs
And I know motherf*ckers that grip woodgrain, huffing propane with the champagne on the dash 'till they crash, get locked up then get f*cked up in the ass, yeah, aye. (what? aw, shit)
Yeah, I know motherf*ckers that hang on the block
And I know motherf*ckers that bang that rock
And I know motherf*ckers that'll pistol whip a --
(Sir Get Down)
(I Plead The Fifth)