Think Fast - Crazy Town

You know that bitch baby

He’s talking shit about our clique

But he don’t know crazy

You see the writing on my dick

You know that trick, Tracey

Yeah, she’s making me sick

Living that life

We used to do the same shit

Shit gets drastic

Some kids need help

Some need their ass kicked

And some will never learn

To earn their own way

Living off their daddy

Had he not been rich

They’d be broker than a joke

And forced to switch

You’ve got to change your tune

Or change your pitch

Because life ain’t easy man

Life’s a bitch

Shit is harder than hard

About as hard can get

Keep on going where you’re headed

You’s alive to regret it

Yes it hurts

To face the truth

And realize that the world’s

Got your neck in a noose

If things ain’t like they ought to be

You’ve got to think fast

The aftermath

Of your actions whiplash

I know you all tired of these

Wanna-be thugs claiming they real

Be running, grabbing their steel

Thinking they’re going to peel

My niggas cap

Roaming the streets with black hats

Chrome straps

Sipping on brew

Ready to react

Off any nigga they see

That nigga could be me

Capitol I.C.E

Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest

Thinking they could test

A real rider from the west

I roll flossin'

Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and

The ghetto’s been good to me

But you’ve got to take precautions

Brothers get got when they least

Expect it or neglect it

You’ll never catch the dirty

In the streets without protection

Nowadays

You got to pull shit

Haters on some bullshit

Jumpin' out of cadillacs

And low lows with a full clip

If your tool spits

Shake the spot or get your duck on

'Cause if you press your luck on

Stupid is what you’re stuck on

That girl Sheila got a daughter

She be clubbing every night

Sheila had her daughter young

Still that just ain’t right

Plus she rides the white horse

She used to ride my pony

If I hit it now, I’d break it

'Cause Sheila’s just too bony

Smoking speed released the lions

I’m not lying

I’m not sober

I’m still trying

Hiding the truth

With substitutes a hundred proof

A fuck up.

Face it

One of L.A.'s wasted youth

Label me

As an enemy of the law

The lost star

My family’s not too happy

With the trouble that I’ve caused

See, we be breaking the law

Smoking on non-menthols

Thinking fast so I’m ready

For any all out brawls

And yo, brothers get your hustle on

Ballers and get your shit tight

House parties get shot up

And turned up before midnight

Drive-bys and fistfights

Zig zags and crack pipes

There’s a fifty fifty chance

That tonight will be your last night