[Chorus]
Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble")

[Verse 1]
If A is for apple and J is for jack
Then why so many brothas claim they wantin’ to roll a sack
They get they first zipper, cut it up in rocks
Sack it up in bags, then it’s off to the block
Everything is tight while the day is right and sunny
Homie gettin’ to smilin’ ‘cause he makin’ a little money
But what about when it rains and the task get to jackin’
That’s when you see that brotha game start lackin’
Err, uh, duh, I’d like to tell you where he dwells
The color of his car and the poison that he sells
It’s called crackola, he’s snitchin’ on the dry
It ain’t like he a punk but now that jail thing ain’t fly
What if they bend him over and hit it from the back?
And Mr. Officer? He finna take you to the sack
That’s the way it goes when you foolin’ with these snitches
I’m back for Ninety…and I’m wantin’ is my riches

[Chorus]
Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble")
Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble")