Caught Up
    (专辑: Trials & Tribulations Of Russell Jones - 2002)
    
    [Chorus: sample]  Some people get caught up  Some try and get rolled up  Some people... [x9]   [Ol' Dirty Bastard]  Ol' Dirty kicking your ass..  The 
things that you learnt in class is trash  You can't do nothing wit' it, I 
put you in the 
past  You broken motherfuckers, shut the 
fuck up  I 
do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked  The 
only thing on your brain is to give me this cash  Stay out of my business 'cause I'm taking your tash  This struggle on the 
ming, non of y'all bring  I 
got y'all in.. flavouring   [Chorus x2]   [Mack 10]  I 
seem to fuck about a 
bitch or a 
crooked ass cop  I'm a 
burst that, it's dealing, the 
hustle don't stop  I 
got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed  Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed  Pay it high wid, dope is all I 
got to give  I'm a 
ghetto nigga dog so I 
get it how I 
live  Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I 
got drama  Got two strike dog and five baby mamas  With new strain I 
maintain, I'm ready and willing  to keep change on niggas brains to keep the 
blood spilling  I 
hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple  Fuck with me and know you get a 
hole in your temple  I 
ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas  Don't take but a 
few figures and a 
few new triggers  Mack 10 living legend, every West coast rhyming  Straight hoo banging gangsta and all rhyming sodom, it's bad   [Chorus x2]   [Royal Flush]  Shut up, let me talk for a 
minute, alot of bull shit on my mind  Dealing with crime, alot of y'all dealing wid rhymes  Stuck on the 
grind, crackheads cooking my pies  Starting off on the 
1-2-5, the 
block's mine  Bucket the 
spine, DH tryna tap my line  Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions  Who I 
roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legiting of my dick"  It didn't matter when I 
ain't have shit  They done watch me in helicopters, parkling in my crib  All I 
wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a 
bid  Feel me, I 
forced the 
whole guns a 
while for my ones  Didn't sell drugs, where the 
money come from?  No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that  Do what I 
do to make my shit true  And I 
make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges  If I 
go to jail you know I'm blowing on the 
Sergeants   [Chorus x5]