Lyrics:

This song is the sequel to Walk In. A similar pattern is repeated on TC2, where Weezy has Fly In and Fly Out.
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 okay, 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, ow
I showed you this window for you to jump out, ow
You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin'
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes
Around here, it's all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin' that up, here, have a plate
That's Mama Carter, she's a basket case
But I make sure her sandwiches and napkins straight
You pick with this picnic and I'm at your face, fucker
I say I'm at your throat, this was Tha Carter, slam the door
Go