It's All Right

[Lady speaking] [Hook x2] It's all right If these fools keep trippin We going start a fight Then take it outside Pull the heats out the car And they ready to die [Verse 1: Guerilla Black] Well I'm Guerilla Black, the one they talking about Wit a fresh throw way and some dope in my mouth Just trying to make a liven C-P-T, hard times that's a given Flee from the bees, or starve or go to prison No not me, I hope that be I don't have to sovote the fiens I got another plan, I got another plot I got some-mo grams, I got another spot Where we can put it, pull out the draws and cook it I got my enemies all shooken On the way I handle the .38 and work the weight I got a stash if the search the place Move up, or move out the way You just stand back and do as I say No, you don't need to know hey they call me hustle man If you show stop my money Watch me touch you man (he he he) [Hook x2] [Hook 2: x2] You don't really really want it You don't want it You don't really really want it You don't want it wit us, Nooooooo Wit us, Noooooo [Verse 2: Guerilla Black] It's been a long time I shoulda left you, in the ditch half dead Fa cause I help you I got a nephew, was caller 40cal I got five shots that'll slow you down Ask around whose compound this Drinking slize malt liquor Trey pound in the vest (yes sir) Lay down in the nest, I got a nice stash Get to close watch ya ass see a bright flash Aight man, I give you fair warning I promise you want breathe, they'll see the morning Little cock and squeeze, wit those high lows Smoke lots of weed, that's my motto I hope you got a good relationship wit Jamaica Shoot you in Compton, watch them find you in Jamaica (ha ha ha) Double the paper, I'm loving the odds Huh, 20 to 1 I'm taken it all dog [Hook: x2] [Hook 2: x2] [Lady speaking]