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Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Uh, woah shit, woah shit
Woah, woah shit, woah shit
Woah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
It's gon' be weird, don't cut it off, though, uh

Chorus
Big black truck
Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar
Bitch, back up
They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada
Click-clack, blood
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry

Refrain
Up in the morning at 6:45 Woah, woah
When I be up, I be talking to God Woah, woah
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Woah, woah
Lions and tigers and niggas with knives Woah, woah
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side Woah, woah
I think they setting me up for demise Woah, woah
I think they plottin', just look in they— Woah, woah
Woah, shit, woah, shit, okay

Verse
I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic
Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics
Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas
I'm working on my back swing, they coming at my back attacking
A tackle, a technical foul, travel
Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle
And, bitch, your bottom butler buddy getting blacked on
If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on
Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, brap-brap at your hat
Send me up to Sing Sing for that
If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that
Shoot the picture, if I get you, I'ma get you, when I get you, I'ma get you, Jack
I'm kickin' back thinkin' how these niggas tried to hate me
In the rear view mirror like, Are y'all serious
I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles
But these be the killers for real Yeah

Refrain
Up in the morning at 6:45 Woah, woah
When I be up, I be talking to God Woah, woah
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Woah, woah
Lions and tigers and niggas with knives Woah, woah
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side Woah, woah
I feel they setting me up for demise Woah, woah
I think they plottin', just look in they eyes Woah, woah
Shit, woah, shit, okay

Chorus
Big black truck
Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar
Bitch, back up
They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada
Click-clack, blood
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry

Outro
Nigga, you know how we ridin', nigga
Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only