95 Clinton

95 Air Max like I'm a dope runner, hid the stash in the airbag, I crash, I'm a goner

The cash in the mattress, right above the monsters

94, Clinton, tryna put my niggas under

In the cell, just push-ups and the mail

Feel the hunger setting in, know these niggas is frail

Ain't got to wonder if they tell, put they ass in the air before they booked, everybody Mob Deep until these niggas get shook

Sometimes I feel I lived in the 90's like Play and Kid, hard to put the past behind me from the shit a nigga did

That's why I'm watchin' niggas round me and I'm watchin' who they with

Cause my past can presently, make sure my future don't exist

That's why I ridin with this stick, feel like Moses round his bitch

One wave, it'll split the crowd or a nigga wig

This for Noire, this for Nomi, for my girl, for my clique