[Intro: Excerpt from the film Malcolm X]
"Alright, we gon' rob this town blind. Anybody want out, you say so now. Good, good, ok. I set up a stake and I got somebody to move the goods for us; all we need now is a driver, any suggestions?"
"How 'bout Rudy?"
"Yeah, Rudy"
"Who's Rudy?"

[Bridge: Young Roddy]
And I know it, I know it
I know what I'm doin'

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
And I remember takin' them roadtrips
Them roadtrips, tryin' get paid
I remember ditchin' school, doin' what? Tryin' get laid
They lurkin' all on my I-G, that's so bitch-made
Hah, and I know it, I know it
Fool, I know what I'm doin', let's get it
I'm always smokin' that sticky
I ain't ever hide from no nigga
I ain't ever trick to no bitches
My 'hood don't raise no snitches
Got a Houston bitch who smoke Swishers
Got a L.A. bitch who stay trippin'
Like she don't fuck with her nigga
Knowin' damn well she love another nigga, lets' get it
They give me the keys to my city
My bitch, she gave me the keys to her crib
I made a whole lot of money, damn right, by sellin' a whole lot of deals
Remember I rocked the same fit, fuckin' right
Now I got me a whole lot of gear
I used to peddle that white
Could of fucked around and got me a whole lot of years, let's get it
Now she wanna fuck with me
At first she thought she was too much for me
Can't get the time of that day
This bitch probably plottin' up on my money
But damn this ho, she so mad pretty
But most of all this ho, she mad petty
I treat this ho like she Mary
Yep, I pass that ho to my fellas, let's get it
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