Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And then we get our checks in the mail - It's fucked up ain't it?
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too?
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas