Can I do my thang??

[Yukmouth:]
Speak on it.

[Brownstone:]
Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Uh.
Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues,
like 5-0-5's
I won't lie,
homicide,
gram will cry,
pray for me that I won't die,
suicide,
I won't try,
bullets fly,
drive-by,
don't let it slide, do or die,
you an I, slide by,
catch them niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to hide body die rot,
on they porch,
when I expectin some sort of drive-by,
type retaliation,
under styles I lace, MOBBulation,
lets begin breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the cops is waitin to umm,
accelerate on yo vehicle,
run down yo vehicle,
even if they have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in these high-speedaz,
police they be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an outta lanes,
runnin from O-H-A,
what they throw away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every mutha fucka wanna peep.

[Chorus x2: Brownstone