Complicated

[Verse 1: Skinny Pimp]
In ou' hood it ain't da same thang
You see, us niggas ain't changed
The system always on a niggas nuts, 'cause da way we hang
They think a nigga sellin' dope, but yo I'm on a spree
I'm 'bouta hit a lotta niggas, 'til I get a key
I lay my nine on da table, while I smoke a sack
One match, cigar, blunts through the weed mask
We gotta catch a nigga [?] wit' da yay-go
We scope da nigga wit'ta Lexus and the Benzo
One nigga finna be a stitch nigga, when I grip my nine, nigga
Betta' run, run-run, breath nigga
Mask on my face, lookin' like a ninja
Drop it off yo ass, fool; drop it off yo ass, fool
You betta' drop it off, befo' I bust a cap in you
Fo'head, dead, bled, shit
Don't die, my nig', where da fuckin' dope, bitch?
I woulda' been rich if my nigga woulda' made it
Ain't dat a bitch? This shit is gettin' complicated

[Break]

[Verse 2: 211 & Skinny Pimp]
Boom, boom, nigga here I come, trick got shot
Drop it off, nigga, or my nine, it goes pop
Didn't see the 211, rollin' wit' da lights off at night
The gat, the bullets, splatta', then da guts scatta'
People don't walk da streets, wit' out da fear of gettin' sprayed
Young nigga, like me, is causing drama, rushin' wit' hand grenades
You betta' run my son, stay out of da scope of da gun
I'm shootin' auto-Tec-nina, hollow points, coated wit' Teflon
In da dope gang, man, its fucked up
Now-a-days to make a [?] bank, its 'cause ya lucked up
Robbery its my season, wit' da buck of my sawn-off, fool
My Uzi, whatever it takes to gank ya, I'm a thug
I ain't choosey (Manne up, Manne!)
Smokin' a blunt, my niggas, we chill
Across da streets is hell, and black ass cops be sellin'
Now deuce-four-one, break out da gun
Them fools got cheese out there, lets go and get some
My dope game bang, I bang off endz and suckaz hate it
Goddamn, this shit is complicated
Pistol grip, don't you slip
Just in case yo ass do: Smith & Wesson, don't be guessin'
Stupid ass, I thought you knew

[Break]
Damn wicked, manne, fuck that shit, manne, we gotta let 2-11 do this shit, manne
I'm sayin'
But damn, manne, that muthafuckin' shit get so hard, manne
I ain't know it was like dat though manne
Well... I'ma do it again, y'know what I'm sayin'
Thats whats up, manne

[Verse 3: 211 & Skinny Pimp]
One little two, little three, four, five Glock
Hit ya, then I frisk ya, yeah, fo' da money spot
You see da streets is just a warzone...
And like a pitbull; I'm poppin' ya fuckin' dome
What if a nigga cross you out, what you gonna do?
Buuya, kaapow, bump bump, gimmi me down, fool
We so deep when we creep, duck nigga, dodge nigga...
Face da gang, nope, finga's happy on da fuckin' trigga'
Tell 'em muthafuckas what da 2-11 stand fo'
Breakin' n' shit, Gravey? yeah... I got it ho
In '93 it ain't a lotta people we can trust
I'm a criminal, a theif, a robber, that loves the bucks
Why must always worry of da children in da world today?
But I keep on stangin' man, until I get paid
Why don't ya tell 'em 'bout da streets they think we perpetratin'
I ain't bullshittin', my nigga, this shit is complicated

[Outro]
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit

Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit
Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit