The Circle Part 1 Lyrics

Through expression of ghetto grammar
I be sorta like the hammer to the Jag
You the mag to the Huffy
You're looked at like scruffy
When you tell Jason
What's your? chasin'
By mobs, my? jobs
Yeah, that's my
Fight it off if it's a microphone style
That be like the cloak pies

Of the buck to the block
To the Tec, to the pimp
The buck to the Glock to the Tec
To kill catchin' dizzy spells