Tight
Be my baby, be my girl
Have my baby, have my girl
Running crazy 'round your 'burb
Yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a bounty on my neck
If they catch me, they get a check
Never give them no respect
'Cause all authorities have told me
You're just a lost cause
She said, "I know how people like you end up"
And if I die young
I was born with a target on my head
With a target on my head
Don't shoot, hands up
Don't shoot, put your hands up
Don't shoot, hands up
Don't shoot, put your hands up