And in here is where the heroin boil
And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil
That’s embalming fluid, illiterate are you
That’s OK man I got the medicine for you
I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you
Got that vitamin D-R-U-G for your shorty
One window to let the dawn in
‘Cause we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning, yeah
We dump in and pump out
I showed you this window for you to jump out
You’re on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growing
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes
Around here it’s all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cooking that up, here have a plate
That’s: Mama Carter she’s a basket case
But I make sure her sandwich and napkins straight
You pick with this picnic and I’m at your face, fucker!
I say I’m at your throat, this was the Carter, slam the door, go!