Supa Straight × Family Business

[Intro: Yo Lynch]
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought-bought a fuckin' OZ, so-so you know we super straight
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought-bought a fuckin' OZ, so-so you know we super straight
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought-bought a fuckin' OZ, so-so you know we super straight
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought-bought a fuckin' OZ, so-so you know we super straight

[Verse 1: Buckshot, Lil Chris & DJ Zirk]
It seems that society labels me as a thug
They can’t understand why this young black man is doing drugs
Since I was a shorty, life was fucked, so I needed a break
I’d watch my momma smoke her bud
Still countin' out of the ashtray
Dash out the back door, the Buck is up to no good
It's 1994, guess what's poppin' in my hood
(In my hood)
Nigga, split that swisher sweet
Fuck it, there ain't no razorblade
Well, mane, just use your fingernails
Here's an O.Z., let's get super straight
Now take that damn cigar skin, and fill it up with marijuana
Light 'em up and smoke 'em like a slippin' trick that's on your corner
Mane, this bud has got me, and I know it
'Cause I'm startin' to choke
Find out that's some Indica, I'm higher than a mink coat
Nobody fucks with me
Buckshot is straight doin' fine
Bitches, keep your hands off me
You might push me off cloud nine
Hoes, don't get mad at me
I'm sorry, I don't love ya, got a ounce of that shit
And I'm straight as a motherfucker

[Chorus: Yo Lynch]
Bought a fuckin'-bought a fuckin'—
Bought a fuckin',-bought a fuckin'—
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought

*Scratch*

[Verse 2: Capo GBE]
Look
All my life I had to struggle lot
Watch my momma struggling
She told me "Son, you can't trust these niggas cuz they counterfeit"
Remember first day at school, it wasn't a thing that I ain't get
She did everything for me, when we had no lights to switch
So I jumped up off the porch, started banging gotta dollar quick
My momma started doing drugs, so fuck it, I'll move with my sister
Where I'm from shit gets realer, cops they never find the killer
Talking to these bitches, why you gotta talk behind the pillow?
Smoking Woods to the face, I drink the lean to ease the pain
Since they took Roc, I swear to God this shit ain't been the same
Tryna move out to a better place
Or better yet, a better state
Move my momma to a mansion, steaks up on the dinner plate
Me, I had the hardest times, helping with that section 8
Got tired of all the fussin', cussin' at me, gotta find a way
Started rapping, thinking that it changed the way she look at me
I owe a lot, and she deserve for all the shit she take from me
A man gotta be a man, I gotsa provide shit to eat
I told my momma that we good, she don't believe me, wait and see
These niggas out here make believe, my daddy I can't wait to see
My granny in another state, she sick, she gotta year or 3
And she ain't got too much time left, so I'ma hold my head
And when it happen, I'ma be there crying right beside her bed
But that's gon' make me stronger, I'ma think of all the things she said
And that's gon' keep the hunger, nigga try me, fill his ass with the lead
Look man, this real shit
This for all the mamas, man you know
You know how I'm rockin' like cutoff stockings, haha

*Scratch*

[Oustro: Yo Lynch]
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper
Bought-bought a fuckin' OZ, so-so you know we super straight
Bought a fuckin' OZ, so you know we super straight
Lick-lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper, lick and stick the paper