Yeah..nYeah man, yo Mr. Jones, b'nI'm a motherfuckin' (Desperado)nYes, yes (yes, yes)nChea, turn me upnTurn me up, turn me up, turn me upnIT'S SMASH TIME!nnSeven AM, I wake up to my little sister puttin' on make-upnR. Kelly come on, she turn the bass upn'Move Ya Body Like A Snake,' WHAT?nYou need to take ya ass to school and get them fuckin' grades upnMy lil' brotha, he swear he 'bout to get some cake upnRunnin' 'round all crazy rockin' a fake JacobnThe lil' nigga keep raisin' his voice to my momnI'ma have no choice but to do him some harmnFor now, I play the block wit' my cousin Tyrelln'Cause around him, pussy is not what I smellnFresh outta jail, the street, will I survive? Will I fail?nWill I go to hell or go back wit 25 wit' a LnSee only time will tell if only crime prevailnThe rap now, only the phony kind can sellnAnd I don't wanna have to keep runnin' from 5-0nI don't wanna live my life like no (Desperado)nnWe come from the bottom of the streetnWe stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feetnIf you front in ya rap, we catch you in the street (in the street)nRun up on you wit the heatnI'ma (Desperado)nWe come from the bottom of the streetnWe stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feetnIf you front in ya rap, we catch you in the street (in the street)nRun up on you wit the heatnI'ma (Desperado)nn[various ad-libs]nI pushed the lil' nigga unda the wing right?nI mean, I practically raised this nigganHe runnin' 'round the street now like he wanna be a muhfuckin' (Desperado)nnWe was 2 lil' brothers of the same kindnQuick to approach a lil shorty wit' the same line (GET FAMILIAR!)nCo-defendants, arrested for the same crimen'Cause when the D's found the nine, we both said it ain't minenNobody snitchin', now we chillin' on the same linenGoin to trial to eat some of the same slimenI'm tryin' to tell the nigga the thoughts of my changed mindnHow when I get out, I aint gettin' on the same grindnI'm tired of seein' what crack smoke do to black folknThat shit ain't funny at all dawg it's like a bad jokenHe said, whateva' man, I'll do whateva to get the cheddar mannDo like 50 Cent, sell “A Lil Bit” of ery'thangnThat made me wanna punch the kid in the mouthnI jus' wonder how long it take for him to figure this outnI said, trust lil' nigga if you know like I knownYou wouldn't wanna go home to no muthafuckin' (Desperado)nnWord up shorty, don't be like me, you could be better than menYou don't wanna grow up to be no muthafuckin' (Desperado)nIT'S SMASH TIMEnnWe come from the bottom of the streetnWe stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feetnIf you front in ya rap, we catch you in the street (in the street)nRun up on you wit the heatnI'ma (Desperado)nWe come from the bottom of the streetnWe stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feetnIf you front in ya rap, we catch you in the street (in the street)nRun up on you wit the heatnI'ma (Desperado)