I-20
O.G. ANTHEM
[Verse 1: I-20]
Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I first came out
DTP is the gang and yeah we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac didn't miss
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clip
it's the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride this song
And be careful wat you saying when you under your breath
and throw up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga that's gangsta, no words spoken
just one head nod and your head's bust open
This whole cool team we only got one question
in about three seconds, which side are you reppin
We used to throw hands, now it's blast on blast
you got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past
Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock em
and the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, YEAH
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta forever I'm leaving it never
it's been done for life and it's done in all weather
Like it or love it, I ain't for no dumb shit
when you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with
Cause we keeps it clean
when most of them gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done
[Verse 2: I-20]
And oh yeah I'm affiliated (a rider is born)
and if you want I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down south nigga with a westcoast rep
1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hood
a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good
Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep
even these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is good
you got jumped in the club just for repping your hood
Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a punk
we'll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the rules
we throw a party when you come home from jail, not school
It sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at that
and every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: I-20]
And I was born in the hood, so I'll die for the cause
niggaz think it's all good 'til I swing on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every screamining it
but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I ain't seeing it
Real thugs don't party they just hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl
It's an everyday thing nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz wear the same color like it's part of they skin
Down south or out West, look it's one in the same
dark read or all blue, shit it's all in the gang
You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boys
cause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating your boys
Even the bitches get down when they knowing it's beef
they got her man in the pen and her kids in the street
It's the neighborhood bullshit I gotta admit
but I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit
[Chorus: 2x]
I just love it when its like
(In Out, In Out, In Out In Out)
Slow Fuckin'
He said he like the way that pussy roll
Get on top let it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole
When I heard 'em say yeah
Put his hands in my hair, right there made him lose control
On the belveder now tell me dear I bet get you gone
And I make 'em say yeah, cause I got that work
In the back now stop that hurt, pulling off my shirt
Lickin on my ? now come and feel it squirt
And I'm talkin bout licking and sucking
Lusting and sticking and touching, loving
That pussy you up and stuck in position for thugging loving is slow fucking
Now mama said she like it when the dick get hard
From the back let me smack throw it back, Now I'm digging holes in your backyard
When I fuck you can trust feel it deep in your gut
Want stop tell you say soon
Gimmie head in a slay bed you can beg bitch and I want let it go
Yeah, So that how the dealer cut, I feel you need to nut
Make it rough 'til a nigga want to bust, and I have to beg that bitch to fuck
Fuck what them other hoes say, I'm thinking fuck the foreplay
We can fuck 'til we both pass out, ass out, on the couch now all my hoes say
Niggaz say they hate it when a bitch is tight (tight)
First date cause your friends goin' hate play game make you wait all fuckin' night (night)
Get her drunk, get it crunk from the front
Now you dealing with a fuckin pro
Pull her hair, smack her ass do it rough even though she want it fucking slow
That's how the story go
Fake niggaz stay and talk, real niggaz nut and leave
Tell her friends, come on in, make it bend everybody on they fucking knees
I love dem closet freaks, dem ones that hardly speak
'Til you get her all alone, make it grown, make it known and now her pussy speak
Now you see that booty bouncing up and down
Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro
And I make it do round and round
Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest
So wet it'll make you drown
And it make you sweat, when I lick that neck, make ya lip drop to the ground
Know I'm talking bout?
Sticking and stroking, chocking and getting me open
Hitting that shit cuz its portent, knowin my kit aint no joking
Can I Get Some Mo' Baby?
And that thing be drivin me crazy
Wanna see me havin a baby, but a bitch to slick and to shady
Gotta fuck me slow and squeeze me
You know I like when he fuck me slow
Got a bitch like Woah, cuz the dick like Oh
And he bet not tell me No
From the car to the do', to the do' to the bed, from the bed back to the flo'
Got 'em gone in the head, and I'm gone in the bread, cause I bitch gotta get that dough
And he talking bout makin me wifey, and I'm thinking that shit aint to likely
Cause it aint no bitch out there like like, even though yo bitch wanna fight me
Got Make A Move Shawty
And aint got no time for the fussing, all that bullshit griping and cussing
Wanna feel yo biting and busting
Gotta fuck me slow shawty
Do I make you horny baby?
If you need it, I can eat, 'fore you skeet it
Stop it you should warn me baby
Pussies get swollen, I'm rolling holding on magnums shawty
And if I beat it and leave it, believe I'm bragging shawty
It just might happen shawty
In (In) Out (Out) bend over and poke it out
When I nut I roll it up, I light it then I smoke her out
Slow fucking, hoe bucking, nigga let me hold something
Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
They fightin in tha club
They drugged out (drugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
Yeah dealem bitch recognize im back up on my grind hoe
Niggas talkin this and that and wonder how i sound hoe
Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sole
Botton line you gotta problem then tell it to my now hoe
Well fuck ya boy he somebody and swing it till that nigga dead
Chingy make a chicken head
Tell that give me head
You can die tonight hoe
Get a pill roll on
Feezy where them hoes at
Tity otta throw gone
D my sista stunnem man i hope that i'll support her
You can tell my niece call her i will die for her father
I-20 is a street nigga better recognize we aint gotta go our sides
We can doit it in tha filth
They drugged out (drugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
Now you can catch me in tha DnDnC them boys throwin up they thumbs
North north won this bitch nigga where you from
Southside eastside westside there reclyin
Boys throwin up signs trying to start a fuckin riot
Bangin,niggas real gangstas in tha M-Town
But im from the azel this is the type of shit i been round
Nigga yeah fuck yall niggas ya niggas wankstas
That nigga got beat down with bottles chairs and tables
They drugged out (drugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
Theres a chair over there and a bottle to tha left
Aint nobody playing fair ever man for themselve
When the push come to tha shove back to tha push
You against us now us against you
All the buses came in 22's when the spre whole crew
Now everbody gone run when you run i thought i seen a gun
But they fightin in tha club
Got people doing stunts got people rolling blunts
Got people in the ring go people that have sense
You need to stay low till you get out this building
Bursting everything even ya enemy
Niggas swinging pool sticks niggas throwing pool balls
Got niggas throwing bottles and got them throwing them all
Dont get locked up and get out tomorrow
They fightin in the club
Its all our fault had to go to waste cause all us folks
We used everthing for all us quote they took everything from all us
Folks my blue shirt and they all got tore
Break pay for it we all got dough buckem bust buckem bust
They fightin in tha club
They drugged out (drugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
(i say they fightin in tha club)
They fightin you fightin then get out tha spot
Hey black creep out tha ride and get ya shit and pop
Hey black dont get pushed up to tha block they started i am
Dont make me up my peace and turn ya brains into some jams
Ya heard that nigga got scared ya scared bust his head with
A bear ya heard why you runnin over here to scared
Fuck them blazers that urb barlin parkin its like them tennis
So did i mention that DTP will tear tha club up
Bitch nigga whats up dont get fucked up we'll blow yo truck up
From atlanta to St.Louis they bangin gangs or not yeah i bang a
AK and i gotta a Gang a shot dont get shot .... im from tha block
They drugged out (drugged out)
So clear tha club out (club out)
Niggas get drugged out (drugged out)
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing Tha Peace
Every now and then we switch it up, you know
Mellow it out, I'm capable of that, you know
Yeah, now you about to hear the sounds of Down South Hip Hop
In my CL-Vert with the top just dropped
Some broad from backstage at the show I just rocked
but before I hit the room I make a quick pitstop
Late night, Buckhead, time to hit the BP
a new pack a switches and a box of MC's
Got no time for playin hope the broad know well
the penthouse suite at the Swiss Hotel
It's the real after party if you tryna meet me
got anything to drink, I just need some I.D
If you know you ain't cutting it's gonna be a long walk
cause you came here for nothing if you think we gonna talk
Backstage we chilling where the players are
the ladies hoping just to meet a star
and ain't telling what they gonna do
we been sitting on the couch for all the things we do
we'll only take you if you bad as hell
no disrespect if you look so well
its kind of crazy if you understand
so let's take advantage now, and keep these hoes in check
Now I ain't tryna be rude but lets get this thing moving
if not keep it moving cause these other hoes choosing
If pussy was a drug I woulda been OD'd
if you niggaz fucking dimes then my bitch is a key
Pimp a dime, break a bitch, take the chick of the leash
so if niggaz wanna hit it you can rent it at least
sounds fucked up don't it, but it's part of the game
Same women holla lover all caught up in fame
And the girls at 'cris concert be acting the worst
claiming they don't know a nigga but they rapping my verse
It's cool shawty, you ain't gotta know me to cut
cause if you know me then you probably know I'm ready to cut
Love this ain't hip hop, this and this is all a little message
that our dressing room is really for undressing
You wanna talk to me, even date me at that
But the night still young baby later for that
You wanna know my real name, where I'm from, how to start
and me I'm just tryna get your legs spread apart
Yo nigga told you that he love you and you fell right in
and now you see he never meant it and his car was just rented
here's a drink, take a shot, take a sip, here's a glass
use that backstage pass to give me backstage ass
see it ain't no disrespect if you know you too proud
so take this autograph and stay the fuck in the crowd
Backstage the only place for you and me
then we head straight to the (?) (break it down)
there's no other place I'd rather be (come on)
between the sheets (speak to em, dog)
Backstage (everyone feel free to sing)
Get Paid (everybody hand should be up at this point)
Get Laid (we going back to the dance floor, you ready? 1, 2, 3, 4)
Yeah, the sounds of my man Butch Cassidy
I am The I-20, Eastside to the fullest
it's all love it's all good, ya'know
25 and over adult hip hop, yeah
Eastside .. Eastside hoe this our anthem
Yo killa's here, I-20 let's run niggaz
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
Dealer got the coke for all the snorters and the shooters
If I say they online, I ain't talkin' 'bout computers
D.E.C. Eastside hoe we back on the grind
If I'm in the trap I like to pack a mack or a 9
In '94 I'm sellin' bass, in a place called spanish trace
In a second you can vanish, dead and gon' without a trace
I caught my first case, for boomin' out the back of south deca'
Man I wouldn't be caught there without a Z atleast a half
Shit I had to be fresh, they had the T's on friday night's
And if the car ain't got no shoes, I can't say I'm ridin' right
I had this trick, out in Eastwick, who turn tricks and suck dick
And when I went to see her, I would always have a full clip
Scottdale bitch, one been through some rappin' lands
Mr. Coug' a damn shame, call the twins from jagged edge
And I will rep the D.E.C., til' it ain't no breath in me
Whether Glenwood, Rainbow, Flexo's or Macavee see...
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
Yeah, I talk that dope slang folk, rock and dust
Treat my hoes like my pistols, cock and bust
You better study hip-hop, if you think someone else
Could spit the game so trill and get they shit off the shelf
Niggaz think they so fire, well I'ma full alarm blaze
Set ya braids on fire, til' they burn to a fade
This that eastside shit dog, let it be known
And our hands in all the car folk, nothin' but chrome
It's all stuntin' in the Dec. dog that's rule #1
Ya see more niggaz touchin' rims then a game of 21
And I'm so slum with it, my roots are du' deep
I'm so street if I get shot I'd probably bleed concrete
Take a second, swallow what you heard
Try to understand while they follow every word
While they put me on a pedastile and worship what I say
I-Dub out that eastside and this is how we pray, say ugnhh!
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I-Double, I'm straight out the Dec., no one is better
Niggaz claim I changed my style, but I only changed the letters
From BMX to BMW, AK's to MP's
.OZ's to ASCAP, the BUS to SUV's
Bitch please, I'm from Atlanta where we brawl and we fight
When you ever heard me rhyme and it was only aiight
I ain't shit, but I'am the shit, you do the math
This ain't a clip, it's a full clip, move or get blast
The only one that could be king, cause I do it for real
Don't believe me we can hit the deck and do it for real
Pretty thugstyle, got these bitches kissin' us off
Fake rappers sound like bad blaoww's, pissin' me off
Infamous, I'ma icon, ain't no endin' me
Call Chaka all you want, and you still won't be D.T.P.
Basically y'all faggots, cause you do it and run
Ain't no killa's on the payroll cause we do it for fun, folk
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
I'm so Decatur
[Verse 1:]
Catch a bitch, catch a lick, fuck around and catch a
body
Bobby is the shit anywhere, I fuck a porter potty
Naw I ain't cha ordinary, I'm a make ya obvious
I'm married to this money, we committed a monogamous
Plus we living prosperous, dope boys anonymous
We out here doing numbers, tell them niggas they can
count on us
As long as niggas doubting us, there's alot and in the
bury
Murder every fuckin' beat, welcome to the cemetery
Killer run the game HERE and ye ain't gotta hope to win
Ain't no fuckin BCS, can't nobody coach you in
You ain't got a note to spin, show me what'chu making
then
I'm a have to break em off, right before I break em in
I swear these niggas made a ten; I don't think they got
the heart
You say your life's a movie but I don't think you got
the part
I been here from the fuckin' start, I be here when it
starts to end
What goes around comes around, wait until it starts to
spin
[Hook:]
This is what success feel like, real life
Real talk, ten years deep, and a nigga still nice
Still buss a muotherfucker head for the right price
Real nigga, show these other niggas what my life's like
[Verse 2:]
They don't wanna see me grinding nigga, out here
getting mo checks
But I ain't try'na hang it up, so nigga fuck a coat
check
Dealer give it to you raw, shawty that mean no cut
Catch a nigga on the block, but I ain't finna post up
Welcome to the real grind, I show up at the field mine
Eat em season live nigga, this is Epic Meal Time
Nobody finna peal mine, I ain't try'na take a L
Black Friday bruckin' nigga, I'm just try'na make a
sale
I'm just try'na make this mail, I'm just try'na make it
hell
They say I got it for the streets, so I'm just try'na
make it hell
I'm just try'na make it work, nothing you can tell me
nigga
They say I got the city lock, and I don't need a celly
nigga
I ain't try'na rush it either, to tell you all the
truth about it
They saying that my time has passed, but I made a
future at it
Ain't no competition either, can't do nothing for us
The sound of success nigga, you can play the chorus now
[Hook:]
This is what success feel like, real life
Real talk, ten years deep, and a nigga still nice
Still buss a muotherfucker head for the right price
[Hook x4]
I'm the realest
the realest nigga
the realest nigga
[Verse 1]
I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking
I got something in the truck, to get the crunk and
start the action
Keep 'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya crews at?
(crews at?)
Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya shoes at?
(shoes at?)
I said I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga
I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga
And I ain't scared of none of y'all, talking gums with
you white
Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but
dices
Now, who the realest down south?, spittin game with
that speech
These niggaz recognize my face and keep they name on
the street
Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe
now (breathe now)
Shit, we been cookin for a while, its time to eat now
(eat now)
You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking
they dreams
I'm top five, dead or alive off one sixteen
And this twenty talking to you nigga neva forget
And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get
wet, bet
[Hook x4]
I'm the realest
the realest nigga
the realest nigga
[Verse 2]
It ain't easy, but I do it like its nothing to me
Now everybody talking greasy but they frontin' to me
Oh yeah you down to move a pound, where ya weight at
(weight at)
I got a deal just off a verse and niggaz hate that
(hate that)
After the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the
clique
Disrespect, cause an effect of pimpin' a trick
While you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up
and quit
We on tour, pullin whores every city wit hit
Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the record
If you know you ain't swaggin, time to head for the
exit
Cuz I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste that (taste
that)
I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at?
(face at?)
Don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked
My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that shit diet
coke
And it's the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain't
that
I-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go
[Hook x4]
I'm the realest
the realest nigga
the realest nigga
[Bridge]
Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)
Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)
[Verse 3]
Its time to dig into ya chest, I been waiting for a
minute
Know you heard about my vest, you can't wait to get up
in it
If ya girl is into singing then its no prob (no prob)
But I don't care if she can blow, I want a blow job
(blow job)
Push the seat way back, while a pimp ride slow
With a short dog 'Lac, gone off Hydro
Playboy 2-0, shoot a grand on a stripper
And she down to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip
Cuz this the big league and you all street shooters
And ya shoots going go, so the heat's going through ya
If you ain't down to make a stand, you get laid down
(laid down)
That just the way these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-
Town)
Throw ya side up high, let the people know you repping
Any zone, any hood, any block, any section (come on)
I'm the streets first choice, when its come to who's
realest
Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you feel it
[Hook x4]
I'm the realest
the realest nigga
[Verse 1:]
You say you hate a nigga, he ain't even get to know me
Spores to the victor, I ain't even raise a trophy yet
Saying I ain't knew, but I ain't met a nigga sicker yet
Tell me I should hang it up, but I ain't framed a
picture yet
I'm a need a bigger check, know you can't replace of it
You can gamble with'cha life, go ahead and place your
bets
None of y'all are fuckin with me; you can't even make a
dick
Before you hit the judge of me, let a nigga make his
case
All these propaganda son, saying that'cha handing guns
Buddy I'm the best around, call me Bobby Danielson
But I'm more than that force; trust me I got more to
Bury off of predators, time to dig another grave
I don't know another way, fuck what any other say
Think about it 'fore you say it, live to see another
Tell me how you want it nigga; we can let the game
begin
Let em know I'm running nigga, and I got my second win
Damn
[Hook: x2]
A nigga seen it all
Sometimes I gotta wonder what's the meaning of it all
I really ain't concerned if you believe in me at all
Hope is all I ever given so I gotta give my all
[Verse 2:]
Money over ringtones, they just wanna jiggle from ya
Tell em they can keep the change, but they just wanna
single from ya
Even though I started out, walking down a different
path
You should check the novel out, not just hear the
paragraph
Say you want the title now, power like you never felt
Call me Aaron Rodgers now, you can come and see the
belt
Yeah I wanna see the wealth, I ain't try'na throw you
But I can only pay the price, if I think it's worth the
cost
Nigga this is poetry, listen and you know it's me
I can feel it closing in on everyone who closest me
Hoping that they notice me, working to be relevant
I'm the nicest nigga out and I'm a make it evident
I'm a make it prevalent, you goin have to see the name
See I got a shooter's touch, and you goin wanna see the
reign
I don't need to see the fame; I just wanna hold the
cash
See I drink away the pain, so go ahead and pour a glass
Damn
[Hook: x2]
A nigga seen it all
Sometimes I gotta wonder what's the meaning of it all
I really ain't concerned if you believe in me at all
C.T.S... down,
And I'm so run out.
... bitch, I'm blowin' now!
Leave me at the club, is going down,
Bitch, I'm blowin' now!
... easy coming, get it?
Cause we're going now.
I know it's been a minute, but I'm right back...
Competition is finished, that diminished my opponent,
now.
We don't really want it, no!
We ain't look up for you,
Fuck whoever ride with ya, fuck whoever bounced for ya!
It's time to be reintroduced, to be reacquainted with
the...
An you won't need no polygraph to see that I'm the
fucking truth!
Now, I... Armani suite,..
Rick's in the kitchen and the pistol on the waistline,
Hosted on the block, John Smith on the baseline.
Never saw... cause the rebels...
[Chorus: x2]
... got the whole... rocking with me,
Got the highest grave for the low, so he's... with me.
This ain't not new to me,
This is how I do it, see!
Murdering every being that I get on,
It's the eulogy!
Call me Rich Porter, bitch!
I can take your order, bitch!
... that's the storacy!
Niggers getting sort of rich,
Fucking with these,.. bitch!
Me I'm talking high grave,
Sneaking pass the border,
I've been in the kitchen and the lab,
Trying to...
So Wayne got a... on my pants,
Nigger, look it up!
Old school shabby, with the paint still drippin' wet
Four, five bottles to the space, we ain't tipping ya.
You ain't say nothing, ya!
... niggers stunned, ya
Bobby get the,.. bitch
And I ain't press the button, yeah!
Got it on the back, on the pill, we ain't fucking, ya,
Busting up the way you make your,.. so we're just
suckin', yeah!
... you can kiss me on the top floor.
I'm just getting started, ain't no way I'm gonna stop!
See you at the top whole, nothing you can do to me,
[Chorus: x2]
... got the whole... rocking with me,
Got the highest grave for the low, so he's... with me.
This ain't not new to me,
This is how I do it, see!
Murdering every being that I get on,
[Verse 1: I-20]
My life is a movie baby, this is just inanimate
Four of five bottles of that...
Hugh blow time piece, I got the Gucci blazer on
20 carat pinky rang; I get my LA Laker on
928 Porsche coupe, riding with the tints down
They wonder if I'm getting paid to see if they
convinced now
I just want the change now, tell em that the fame dead
Head til we pass out, yeah we call it brain-dead
Headed to the clear port, baby this a man's sport
Breakfast at the 12 Den, dinner at the Gasport
I wake up at the W, catch me out at Times Square
This rap shit is my house, and you are just a time
share
We out'cha time zone, they ain't even searching us
Stamps on the passport, we wouldn't need intrepid us
Everybody slanging yay, half these niggas frontin' now
Nigga this my every day, and we ain't even started now
[Hook: Nathaniel]
I'm living a movie
So you can sit back and watch how I do me
My life is doing 90 in the two seat
I'm here to stay here to win
Gangsta and gentleman
I'm the definition of cool
I said I'm the definition of cool
Baby I'm the definition of cool
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Late night orgy fest, women in the swimming pool
Sucking off bachelors, masters like they finished
school
Congratulations
I made it from the pimp game to industry shady like
these Louie V tint frames
But I'm focused my life is in slo-mo
Been rich since I trademark the DTP logo
Put it on my arm, tatted up the other side
Haters it's a wrap, your career has been mummified
Call it quits, hang em out to dry boy
Have your bitch singing high pitch like choir boy
She want the buisness, so all I do is give her cock
Thangs ain't been the same since she landed on Luda
planet rock
What a discovery, steady poppin' bubbly
Prolly with the mayor got the whole town loving me
I'm diplomatic, to haters it's immunity
Only God can judge me but you can try suing me, gone
[Tity Boi Talking]
They'll like this here
It's time to represent the slums
Know what I mean
2-0(yeah)
Tit (bitch)
Shawnna (yeah)
(Bitch)
[Verse 1]
[I -20]
2-0 get it right from the get go
Go broke fuck around pull the kit closed
Talking shit in the dec here the clip go
Sit down smoke dro I'm a let tit flow
[Tity Boi]
This is for my nigga Bo locked in the pen
Done sold caine and even raised his kids
My folks in the holodome even know
I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is
[Shawnna]
Slow down yall why did them niggaz want some
and we a show them motherfuckers they'll get some
I'm from the city of shitty niggaz and big girls
Til we met tit and shawnna bring them the big thugs
[I-20]
Luda Fate Tity Ho I'm the Southside
Face down ass up with her mouth wide
You know the drill slangin pills tryna get green
I'm 2-0 but got a m-16
[Chorus]
(T) Slums
(I&S;) all them niggaz and them bitches with there own
ends
(T) Slums
(I&S;) who riding cutless and them caddies on them grown
(T) Slums
(I&S;) who's in the trap and make them papers till the
folks come
(T) Slums
(I&S;) You know that they'll never change unless they
owe something
[Verse 2]
(Tity Boi)
I'm like this corner I gotta stay bent
I need every quarter I gotta pay rent
I see you nigga you got fans and shit
But you gotta stop shakin and get your dancin ???
[Shawnna]
She hit a motherfucker straight up of the block serving
rocks
Trying to get in my socks before the cops see
And if a nigga wanna take it to the glocks wanna shock
Quicker then a motherfuckers wanna pop me
[I-20]
Keep it chill what you know about Scottsdale
Even late fighting pits and the glocks tale
Mack 10's church preachers even cops tell
And now he pleading over bread cuz the block fell
[Tity Boi]
When I was dead broke I didn't like postas
stuntin round me might stunt your growth
Draw down on four pound on
Pick shawnnas ass from up off the ground holmes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
(Shawnna)
I wish a mothefucker would try to come test a bitch
In the back ty's niggaz wanna base a bitch
It's them Cadillac trucks and them lexesus
And cant none you niggaz stand next to this
[I-20]
Drug dealer legend in my own time
Nike signs happy faces and the whole nine
Pop pills pop pussy poppin crist nigga
Lil fate I double ludacris nigga
[Tity Boi]
I'm like fuck everysingle free-throw
Even tho I might nigga wit a pink toe
The game is fast but the cash is slow
Why they wanna come to tit like he know
[Shawnna]
You go down the block in that black 6-4
Smoking that stuff in the pack that tit bought
Project niggaz with project flow
Slum ass niggaz wit them slum ass hoes
Journey's been running hard all his life
Cause life never treated him right
Well he ain't running now
Ya see...
[Verse 1: I-20]
My money flowing it's roller blading you cheap skates
Life's a bitch and I treat her just like a cheap date
My only mission is reinventing the peach state
I'm out here pitching and did I mention I keep weight
Bobby balling the bottom line is I body niggas
You see the 'rarri the Lamborghini Bugatti nigga
You keep on poppin off on me we more than ten deep
They more than not enough homie they are in rim sleep
We rocking shows when it's crunch time, we started
nigga
Body blows and punch lines, we sprawn nigga
You only feeding me this is my open invitation
The only thing that's preceding me is my reputation
These niggas hitting on money but ain't nobody claiming
While Bobby shittin on niggas they out here potty
training
I'm what the game has been missing and what the streets
need
And it's not fair (call it nightmare) sweet dreams
[Hook x2: I-20]
They keep on sleeping on me
They keep on sleeping on me
They keep on sleeping on me
My time is coming watch your mouth if you was speaking
on me
[Verse 2: Rain]
Sweet dreams of a million sitting in the war
Nightmare on Elm Street I come to kill em all
On the couch with that Spade got me feeling talc
Bitches hit the club just to see a nigga ball
Pick three to leave with me then I'm peeling off
Thee allure of coming through with the ceiling off
You least tourbillon make the baddest bitches talk
Upscale D-boy yell again drug dealer talk
So if they talking life then you gotta kill the judge
Shoot em down and with your foot give em a lil nudge
Make sure the job done, murder for hire
Or non-believe watch ya burn in eternal fire
Pitch came with the same Rick James' desire
To call in that black widow F50 Spider
Black rarri rider, rest if you tired
Notoriously hypnotize ya, open ya eyes up snap
[Hook x2: I-20]
[Verse 3: I-20]
Ok, wannabe superstars, talking like they super hard
All these niggas blowing smoke, to me...
Careful who you speaking on, yeah we out here cheffing
strong
Talking on that Amber Rose I get my Wiz Khalifa on
That mean that we getting lit, I am who yo bitch is
with
Presidental suite had the wits of my constituencies
I'm a make a freak a her, I just gotta speak to her
Tell her I can clear her throat, swallow all my wrinkle
I'm hearing what they try'na say but they ain't got the
mind to pay
Carats on the altamar and you can't get the time or day
Nigga there's a fine to pay, you goin have to pully up
Blow a nigga budget down and honest, just to show him
Nigga keep on rolling up til they ain't nothing left to
smoke
You know they say that money talks, I guess that's why
we never spoke
Major of the business dawg, I know my niggas feeling
this
And I ain't into burning bridges, guess that's why I'm
still with Chris
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Oh no! the fight's out
I'm about to punch yo, lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drinkin' and buzzin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in
"Oh girl", they'll be more dead
Causin' confusion, disturbin' tha peace
Its not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage, knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck them, true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh what's up? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' TV's and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'm a tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels 'cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryin' ta to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
[Hook x2: I-20]
Tell these niggas I'm the muthafuckin man now
Take a stand but I'll never take a stand now
I'm a boss call the shots here's the plan now
Stand tall tell them pussy niggaz stand down
[Verse 1:]
On errthang I been through, I'm blessed because I'm
into
It's hard to have morals when the motherfuckin rents
Yeah that mean my size jumping, you goin have to buy
something
Rain or shine I'm a grind like I'm dry humping
So tell him pass the glock, then told em pass the rocks
On the road to riches nigga this is just a traffic stop
I been in the streets, ye ain't make it off the third
pipe
Dealer out here pitching, but I'm ducking for my third
strike
So I'm a have to do this dirt, then I'm a have to make
em hurt
Fuck an unemployment line; I'm a have to move this work
I know you heard it all before, so I ain't gotta spell
it out
You know they say that money talks, so I ain't gotta
yell it out
I just hope I sell it all without the risk of selling
To every block that's occupied cause they never bail us
See I'm on my grind again, try'na get my shine again
My life is like a broken clock, so it is my time again
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
Real nigga had to earn my stripes I ain't a zebra
And my signs dollar my nigga I ain't a Libra
Gotta keep it one hunnit if not they don't believe ya
Crawl 'fore you walk my nigga that's the procedure
I learn that from an OG
And to these young wipper snappers I'm a OG
Lean not OE, papers full of OG
Addicted to this money I'm a count it till I OD
Fourth quarter gotta get it so I put in OT
Hustla the last job I had was in 03
Street nigga check my resume, go see
I'm like a helmet on a pack a niggas OG
Check every hood in the city bet they know me
I'm a doctor need a drank I'm who you goin see
LIke CVS I'm bussing 'scriptions you thirsty nigga?
Come buy a bottle or a zip if ya thirsty nigga
One out of every five people who tried cocaine get
hooked...
[I-20:]
I exhibit confidence, while they display incompetence
Bobby is the shit baby, pardon my incontinence
They respected dominance, I'm feeding off they
compliments
A yard look like a dealership, a cripple every
continent
Knowledge my accomplishments, my presents and my
prominence
There's money on my mind so I exercise common sense
Damn, I wonder if they catch the line
Where's the competition at? Show me who's next in line
Basically it's flexin' time, the watch is so phenomenal
Dealer got that snowman, the work is so abdominal
Plus a nigga keep it hood, cause I know they needed
that
Long as a nigga eating good, I don't need your feedback
All these niggas see that, ye ain't on my level homie
Call me Bobby Hendrix; I keep that heavy metal on me
That mean that we spark heat, bussin' to the dark meat
You are in that water now and this the start of shark
week
You know they say that talk's cheap and ya looking
stingy to me
See I love to start beef, you looking like a vegan to
At least a vegetarian, see I know I'm scaring him
Asking if they dig that or I'm a fuckin bury em
Man I used to carry them, right there on my carrion
20 out here running shit welcome to my marathon
I keep it pushin' like Lamar's class
Laying in the cut, I got it cover like a guard's mask
Yeah, I'm spittin' that Bolivian
Married to the banks and the flow is oblivion
This is what I'm giving him direction on which way to
Nothing but that uncut to 'portant for the radio
Never try to play me hoe, I bring it 'cross the border
line
Lyrical cocaine, go ahead and start a line
[Talking: I-20]
A nigga gotta smoke to this shit
Oh that nigga just don't muthafuckin smoke
[Hook 1: samples "Get Big by Dorrough"]
Playin' playin' playin' playin'
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumps
(yeah)
Playin-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in the
dumps (yeah)
Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster (yeah)
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster
(yeah)
[Hook 2:]
Watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in a dumps-
Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumps
Playin-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in the
dumps
Watch-watch me youngster, motherfuckin monster
Playin' with dis paper like I'm playin' in the dumpster
[Verse 1: I-20]
Playin' with dis paper and these hoes thank I'm the
shit
Bod evolve paint job, nigga 7-10 split
And she look so super thick, hoping that I'll super
trick
Cocaine, white Benz make a nigga shit bricks
In my hood they hitting licks, try'na come up off a
flip
So if you can't shoot the jumper, then you better learn
to whip
Niggas better watch they lip, fore I empty out a clip
Ole potato on a barrel so them niggas need a dip
Man this industry a trip, I consider this a gift
Bobby got a bunch of work; he ain't even got a shift
He ain't even got a fifth, he ain't even got a half
Do I got it for the low? Ye ain't even gotta ask
Run up in a nigga spot, I ain't even got a mask
Let my shooter do the murkin', I ain't even gotta blast
Man I need alot of cash, man I'm all about my change
If you playin' with dis paper why you niggas playin'
games?
Yeah
[Hook 2]
[Verse 2:]
OG super Kush, yeah we bussin' out a zip
We just pulled up at the club, now we heading to the
Order bottles of that Conjure, right there off the rip
Shit we finna make a movie nigga this is just a clip
Tell a friend or tell a bitch, matta fact tell some mo
This your ticket to the life baby we about to board
They ain't fuckin' with the boy, they don't recognize a
pimp
Got gorillas in the squad, nigga you are just a chimp
Nigga you are just a sip, nigga you are a just a prick
Got'chu bitches disappearing nigga you are just a trick
Gotta headed to my whip, got her hands all on my hips
Got her mouth on my gear shift, can you ride a stick?
Maybe we can make a flip, go ahead a pick a suite
But nigga she won't get a dime, cause I never trick or
treat
Man I swear this shit is sweet, she about to have a fit
Playin-playin' with dis paper while she playin' with my
shit
[Talking: Mike Tyson]
I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless
champion there has ever been
There's no one can stop me
Lennox is a conqueror, no I'm Alexander, he's no
Alexander
I'm the best ever.
There's never been anybody ruthless
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, There's no one like
me I'm from their cloth
There is no one who can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable
And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart I want to eat
your children!
[I-20:]
Tell em that I'm back bitch, bury you like cat shit
Bruce Wayne of this rap shit, yeah boy back shit
Enough with all that wack shit, mediocure trap shit
They say Three's Company and ye ain't doing jack shit
I tell em get your bread in this bitch, get'cha toast
Back to the basket on the block, I'm finna post up
Niggas talk that shooter shit, but they only super shit
Niggas still sleeping on me, guess they on that groomvy
shit
Ridin' with a bouchie bitch, but she on some groupie
shit
Everyday's a movie nigga, we about to shoot a clip
And I'll be back in 2 or 2, cause we about to do what
it do
All these faggots sound the same, so I call em Fruity
Loops
They don't want to go to war, I show em what the cannon
Bout to spit in summer time, welcome to the tanning
booth
Dealer got a bunch of snow, so this goin be a slient
night
Half these niggas got'cha gassing I put out'cha polit
light
Nigga ye ain't rhyming right, better have the time to
write
Sippin' on that syrup nigga, pull my...
Give your girl a bunch of pipe, she call me the
handyman
20 got a bunch of bars, I guess you on the family plan
Nigga I have master this, this is what a classic is
Shit no competition nigga, this is just a masterclans
Better yet a massacre, I got these niggas panicing
And I just got the green light, time to bring the
traffic in
Yeah your boy back again, dealer spittin crack again
You know a nigga packing heat, well tell them niggas
pack it in
And I'm a need my strap again, I ain't scared I let it
sing
And I don't need no fucking beam, cause we murder
[Talking: I-20]
I'm sayin' it was like
Namsayin' nigga was talking to me like he reinvented
the wheel and shit, like
First nigga to ever doin' this shit like
Foreal nigga, check your resume nigga
Yanahmean?
[Verse 1:]
I'm so fly, I am soaring I stay touring you can't stand
They say Bobby goin ham, ridin foreign down on Hammond
We stay planning, we stay scheming, we stay grinding
while you hate it
Man that boy be getting green you swear he gamble
radiated
I'm so thankful that I made it, line me up but you
can't fade it
You a solider I'm the general and so well decorated
I'm in Cali in the Valley with some bitches watching
pornos
I'm a killer, I'm a dealer, I'm a monster I'm immortal
See the truth is I'm the truth, I make money not
excuses
Eazy-E I go raw, till it kills me I'm so ruthless
Throw them dueces cause it's useless, you ain't fuckin
with me potna
You a nuisance I'm in Conbo throwing pesos like it's
nodda
So why you cop another ounce, I am making large amounts
Somewhere out in France eating something I cannot
pronouns
Once the pressure start to mount, you goin see who
start to bounce
Now ain't a bitch or mogul... where it really counts
[Hook: x2]
I'm the reason that these niggas getting paper now
And I'm the reason why y'all all heard of Decatur now
And I'm the reason why you cop them birds and let em
And I'm the reason why this southern shit'll never die
[Verse 2:]
Bitches I'm back at it, we got racks and you above it
They spit dealer spitting crack, you an addict just a
junky
I am bruckin', I am leanin', what I'm whipping is
exotic
I'm with Poppy goin shopping you just copping a new
product
If you want it know I got it buy the bundle or a single
I am married to this money you won't get a chance to
mingle
Motherfuck you if you doubt me, I'm on five you can't
counts me
See you're thinking is to shallow, you won't get a
chance to drown me
Keep these bitches out here fiending, throwing pants as
if they open
Tell them fix they self-esteem, cause I'm smashing if
it's broken
Yeah we smoking presidential, and election is not
needed
Y'all just mirror my reflection I'll believe it when I
see it
They need it so I feed it, serve it to yo did
Till they sneek inside they brain let them wash it and
repeat it
I'm the reason for the season and the gift that keeps
on giving
You a pray to live forever if you live it how I'm
living, nigga
[Verse 1:]
Nigga I'm a sign and tell, baby I'm a stunna
Got poppy on the line and we about to talk numbers
Suite full of bitches, squad full of shooters
Cartier frames, watch Franck Muller
Three piece Newman that I just got Tailor
E Saint Lebanon's shoes nigga I don't do gators
Passport stamp five first class tickets
And a trunk full of white, it's about to be Christmas
Catch a nigga poolside south beach mode
Prime 1 12 or the lobby of the load
Making wages out in Vegas while the feds taking
pictures
Bet it all in one road dawg ya can't take it with'cha
A nigga never slippin in the dash
I got medal of a Porsche 911 that'll raise the thront
level
Nigga this the life, I don't talk it cause I live it
Walk with a nigga let me teach you how to pive it, uh
[Hook:]
Boss of the bosses, G until they bury me
I ain't taking loss, can't no nigga worry me
Nigga we be sowing out (uh) kush we be blowing out (uh)
I'm getting money in this bitch time to throw it out
(yeah)
Throw it out (yeah) I'm a throw it out
We getting money in this bitch time to throw it out
(yeah)
Throw it out (yeah) I'm a throw it out
We getting money in this bitch time to throw it out
(yeah)
[Verse 2:]
Let me make it clear, this money I'm a pile high
Fuck it in my level, welcome to the mile high
Prices going sky high do as you directed it
Matta fact I am Wi-Fi baby I'm connected
Nigga I'm a ball off, I ain't try'na fall off
Presidential suite having dinner at the Waldorf
They try'na knock us all off, tell me if you with me
Crib in the birth nigga condo in the city
Birds in the trunk, first up out the kitchen
Catch a nigga sitting courtside balling down at
Phillip's
Move a couple chickens, I tell you what the ticket like
Brand new paper tag and I ain't pay the stick-up price
Welcome to a nigga life, tell me what'chu think of it
Bottles of that Rosay, Ion't even drink or sip
Sliding though the A, peaking through my tint
I'm going for the gold every day is an event, uh
[Verse 1:]
Time to let the show begin, time to get this doe again
Rap's Willy Nelson yeah I'm right back on the road
again
One week I'm in Amsterdam, next I'm off to Tokyo
Crib in New York City yeah we heading to the broken
nose
Every month a different state, everyday a different
girl
Party down in Helmand yeah a nigga in a different world
Monday I'm in New Orleans, Tuesday in Seattle nigga
Yeah I'm lift my pivot foot, tell em that I travel
nigga
I ain't try'na battle niggas, living in my chattel
nigga
Sweet full of troll bread and they try'na sat on niggas
Right back on the stage again, tell em that we...
Smoking on a pack of gas, fueling up the dressing room
Asking where the paper's at, rolling up an extra joint
Tell em that we touching down, we don't need an extra
point
Then it's back into the A, where I know they fuckin
with me
Anywhere a nigga stay know I got my city with me
[Hook: x2]
Just getting home and I'm right back on the flight
again
Hands on the coma guess they try'na take my life again
Say you smoking strong well tell them niggas they
should light it then
Baby I'm a star, go ahead and let the night begin
[Verse 2:]
Okay she say she got a mouthpiece, catch me out on tour
Find a nigga out on South Beach, dinner at the Forge
I'm try'na hit the Forbes before I'm in the morgue
So you shouldn't knock a nigga when he try'na open
doors
I just got home from Singapore; tour it down in London
town
Straight back to the ATL, catch me at the underground
Yeah a nigga get around, can't you see I'm super paid?
This ain't even nothing catch me stunning like I'm
Super Dave
Stamps on the passport, spend a different currency
Party out in Frankfurt, just head down to Germany
Straight up outta Burnaby, yeah we finna pour
Take the G4 out the... nigga holla at the pore
I'm who they hoping for, even if I open for
Got these bitches out here sweating me you see I open
pours
Got no time for might-a-been, see a nigga right again
Baby I'm a star, go ahead and let the night begin
[Hook: x2]
Just getting home and I'm right back on the flight
again
Hands on the coma guess they try'na take my life again
Say you smoking strong well tell them niggas they
should light it then
Hell, let you all hear it
I love it when the bar dropping, get low wit' it
The eight-eye-style, I'm so sick with it
A fresh white tea, an' a new break with it
Make it back side bottle like it ain't no to mo'
I love it with her, an' I hope she swallow
The most get a choosin' when I hit a club scene
To old motherfucker, I'm a doup bitch scream
Please let me tap, bro, I want see if it's workin'
It's rap you know from, so I ain't here to survin'
If you really want your life change, listen to me
Because I'm leavin' in a minute, now you leavin' wit' me
How you really want this money, point 'em out then
An' if she dinaide, do it to me, point 'em out then
An' if she really is a fuckin', point 'em out then
An' if she really is a suckin', point 'em out then
Point 'em out then, point 'em out then
If she a bad bitch, here point 'em out then
Point 'em out then, point 'em out then
... he make us...
Let's get it.
This... like what happened to a nigger,
I'm right back on my... like Mike really nigger,
It' s like... world place tremendous bitch
Let me remind you mother fucker was in the shit
These nigger blood is sick
I'm on that kind of shit
Ain't town, through the ground, I'm on some other sick
So fuck the start it bitch, I get it start bitch
'Cause I can do, do the top... like... jajaja
How that for a
I spit... I swear it game ready for
Not to meet some man
I'm getting spin it man, spin in all money the
account... some plan
... take a bitch... to turn her mouth and open it
So go to war with his, I fuck a hore with this
And let me get my swag before I,.. yeahh
[Chorus:]
Is the, is the deal a bitch, yeah
Is the deal, bitch,
I said is the deal bitch
I'll lovely in the deal, bitch
You know who you're dealing, bitch
Is the, is the deal a bitch,
Said the deal, bitch.
I rather hesitate, and make you worth your way,
Get off the... shit nigger and... paper stray,
I hope that down like a paper wait,
See... I hope you'll take the...
Pray to another sin, check up another win,
So many come... check... like start or win
I got a fortune... never stops
Go to the private stock... go to a...
And bring her house...
We make a bounce...
That's why I can't stay
And you're a...
My girl is alone,.. the goods...
You get a long... for fuckin' with the wrong...
Your bitch is on my,.. I'm feeling...
So let me get my swag on before the,.. yeahh.
[Chorus:]
Is the, is the deal a bitch, yeah
Is the deal, bitch,
I said is the deal bitch
I'll lovely in the deal, bitch
Is the, is the deal a bitch,
You know who you're dealin', bitch? Yeahh
Yeah he go by the name of I Dub straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace for 4 years strong and still just gettin started whaddup?
Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin to the sounds of The Dealer
Yeah we gettin droed out (yeah) so bring them hoes out (yeah)
She tryna hold out (yeah) then she can roll out (yeah)
I'm spittin game folk (yeah) she love my name folk (yeah)
She love the fame folk (yeah) she wanna claim folk (yeah)
I'm tryna get blown (yeah) she tryna get known (yeah)
I'm drankin Hennessey (yeah) she off that Patrone (yeah)
We takin shots now (yeah) she love my rocks now (yeah)
It was a cold world (yeah) but I'm on top now (yeah)
Yall on that weak shit (yeah) that wan' beef shit (yeah)
But I ain't rap dog (yeah) I'm on that street shit (yeah)
So we can get it started (yeah) cuz I ain't never scared (yeah)
Before you call us out (yeah) you better be prepared (yeah)
I'm from that Dec-Town (yeah) you'll get laid down (yeah)
We used to bust techs (yeah) we sprayin K's now (yeah)
All you local niggaz (yeah) y'all too underground (yeah)
You keep ya mouth shut (yeah) before you under ground (yeah)
And to you pretty thugs (yeah) I blow ya chest up (yeah)
While you dressed up (yeah) my niggaz vest up (yeah)
Be on that block shit (yeah) bust ya glock shit (yeah)
Yall just a bunch of hoes (yeah) that love to gossip (yeah)
I won't waste lines (yeah) I won't waste rhymes (yeah)
On you hoe niggaz (yeah) tryna get signed (yeah)
I feel ya pain dog (yeah) let me be clear (yeah)
You tryna get a rep (yeah) but you won't get it here (yeah)
I was a unknown (yeah) now I'm full blown (yeah)
I had no threads (yeah) now the block's on (yeah)
I changed my whole life (yeah) in like 3 years (yeah)
I lost a few friends (yeah) shed a few tears (yeah)
But that's the cost dog (yeah) to be da boss dog (yeah)
If I'm on dog (yeah) you get off dog (yeah)
And its no problem (yeah) getcha small starch (yeah)
Off in this rap game (yeah) I got no comp (yeah)
I'm on them 2-4's (yeah) I'm in that new range (yeah)
Yeah its the same shit (yeah) but its a new game (yeah)
Yall ain't real man (yeah) stop that grill man (yeah)
Got a nigga gone got a got a nigga gone
Got a got a nigga gone
Off that Hennessey and Hydro
I'm droed out dead drunk and even off them Ex pills
My foots alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills
I call Paul hit up Juice and now we on the Jazzy T
I got my heat in case they creep cuz that's just how these niggaz be
I'm slow motion slow ridin lookin for some slow head
You know 2-0 I'm eastside what I rep until I'm dead
7 deuce Catalina all chrome and candy paint
And got my nerve to ask myself I wonder why these niggaz at
I'm so street I love the beef ain't no way I'm endin it
So just in case it last long I bought me an extended clip
Three 6 my other click and DTP is who I love
I'm always hollerin bout that Dec cuz I'm in love wit where I'm from
So eastside throw it up rep ya side and let 'em know
Got plenty shells that I can give and ain't afraid to let 'em go
Hennessey and Hydro got a nigga gone dog
My muthafuckin lifestyle is more than just a song dog
I put the peddle to the medal then stop
Point it out the window boy a big ol plastic glock
Bullets richochetin man flyin through they car doe
Stoppin in they bodies and explodin cuz they hollows
Ballin off doin about a dollar and I got ghost
They was in a Regal I was in a Monte Carlo
Pissin on they CDs thought they really wanted beef
Now they back there bleedin from they head to they stanky feet believe it
Playa pass me the green I'mma smoke it like a fiend
And I'm bout to pour some purple syrup and sip up on some lean
But its cool if you niggaz wanna take the weed and roooooll it
If you wanna buy the syrup and then poooour it
Don't be stingy wit the shit because I'm soooo legit
Ain't the type to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
[Hook x2: I-20]
I been down this road but wasn't truly feeling safe
I been down and out but never thought of losing faith
I know he walking with me, I hear him talking with me
It's out of my hands now, this is God's plan
[Verse 1:]
And if I'm almost gone, tell em that my hope is strong
I'll be running too him welcome me with open arms
Broken promises have truly thought I'm in defense
Which are the only one that ever knew how much it meant
I wish music was my passion to the very end
It was the window to my soul and you were peaking in
I never had a second chance I wasn't planning for it
That's why it's hard to let it go and get a handle on
I just want a chance to rap not be a back-up man
But I don't wanna be a stat I have a back-up plan
I'm just hoping I can rhyme so I can make a mends
If they just open up they minds and let a nigga in
They say you practice what'chu preach I'm in a
different class
You see I'm speaking what'chu teach and walk a
different path
This is the meaning of my life and I can be the spark
So I can finally see the light and I can leave the dark
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
But ain't no rushing getting there so tell em save a
place
There's just food for the soul just gotta say my grace
But I ain't try'na see the pain that's on my mother
face
If I gotta lead before I'm thinking what a waste
I know it's meant for me to do it I just make the case
There's always room for some improvement I just make
the space
That's why I'm writing for my heart and try'na make it
last
Put my problems down a paper y'all just do the math
There's a war within my conscience and I fight about it
That's why I think before I speak it and I write about
And I won't lie about it, just needed motivation
And I can't cry about it, just need a lil patience
So I'm exercise, not over annualizing
All of you understand and never under minded
But I ain't try'na preach or either make a scripture of
This is my masterpiece and I will paint a picture of it
[Bridge x2: J. Serious]
Angels keep whispering you're too close to the edge
The demons is trying to drag me off the edge
Father forgive me I'm trying to keep my head
Ahora los ojos
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Its time to get lost in my music you get lost don't confuse it
I was born for this shit so I never had to choose it
I would kill for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The world wanna know my past if I'm real or if I'm not
Did I really play the trap have I ever dealt a rock
Is he really from the block where's the wounds that he got
It take a man to do the shootin anyone can get shot
So fuck the fact I had to grind or the fact that I did time
I should only be defined by the fact that I can rhyme
So I really ain't concerned if I seem street to em
Half the niggaz my niggaz like I don't even speak to em
So I spit that fly shit becuz I'm in it to last
And you ain't got enough style miles to be in my class
So before you cast your ballots on who's the greatest MC
Now that Jordan done retired and LeBron's in the league
You gon have to mention me and believe me it hurts
Its y'all that never paid attention to my previous work
But ain't no need bitchin I done captured your attention
Its a race to the top and I will go the distance
In the south's top label and the worlds our agenda
We give a fuck how we live just as long as you remember
Hear that hunger in my voice and that pain that I carry
But you can't admit you feel me til I'm dead and I'm buried
That's the worst part man cuz believe me I'm a fan
[Verse 1: I-20]
They asking where the hell I been, I tell em I been
right here
Try'na get my buzz back, call me Bobby Light-year
All we do is write here, tell em we in grind mode
Snatch a nigga Rolex and asking where the time goes
Ridin' with my mind blown, pull up in them drops dawg
Girls gone wild style, all you see is tops off
Try'na get these rocks off, tell em that it's snowing
nigga
Bricks of that white girl, yeah that Lindsey Lohan
nigga
We about that yola nigga, show em how to hold a glock
I paint the perfect picture nigga, all of y'all are
Photoshop
Show ya how to hold a knot, teach ya how to tote a
glock
Bust a nigga can off his shoulders make his soda pop
Then I gotta go to the spot, yeah we getting richer
bitch
Somewhere in the D, giving D to a thicker bitch
Yeah nigga spit is sick; tell em I'm the illest yet
Underground king nigga, tell em I'm the trillest yet
[Hook x4: I-20]
Catch a body nigga!
[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
My nigga
This the realest shit of the day it's 20 and Ray
I take a nigga whole work cycle, throw it away
Like fuck yo bag, lil nigga fuck yo swag
You get the same shit Tony gave Manolo ass
Run in the dow, crying while he lye on the floor
I'm doper than a mop bucket to blow
Pump up the stove, got em fosho, 55 hundred to bow
It gotta be strong on that 4-4 gotta be long
From the same street poverty on I gotta be on
Shit, if not I'm a show em what the dagger do
I be on the block getting gawp with the snagger tooths
Salute real niggas never been a hater
Got stink pink gators touching down at Decatur
ABO gorilla shit, certified street niggas
Kings of the dealership, Big guys iller shit
Double barrel shotgun like they caught Ricky with
[Hook x4: I-20]
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread nigga)
Tell 'em tell 'em (break bread nigga)
Heyyyyy I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break bread nigga
I-20 Meet the Dealer cuz I'm out on bail
I broke free and I ain't never goin back to jail
ATL's eastside says I'm back from hell
Reintroduced to my connect and I got sacks to sell
Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
I'll be servin it for certain til the day that I die
You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high
Niggaz travelin when they rappin but I feel like they actin
And I ain't talkin bout vacation if I say that I'm packin
Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes
If this the only chance I get to you can bet I'mma ride
I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool
Cuz niggaz gotta give me somethin I got nothin to lose
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
Yall niggaz lovin how ya livin but I'm (distorted) ready to die
You niggaz settin up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
Yall niggaz know where y'all can find me see I'm deep in the south
Where niggaz put away they Benz and pull they Chevrolet out
Yall niggaz cakin on these broads spend a stack on that bitch
I'll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak ('gnac) on that bitch
And as far as all this beefin y'all ain't worryin me
We the index so I'm body that's a story in me
If I say it then I meant it you can take it at that
Yall been eatin off these streets and now I'm takin it back
Yall won't see me sideways you get it live and direct
I-20 in the flesh I'm comin live from the Dec
DTP I represent it see I'm more than a star
And if I'm fuckin witcha club I'm buyin (distorted) more than the bar
Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
I-20 is the shorts I be still takin aim
I'm the blocks head coach bitch I'm teachin the game
So I'm servin like I'm Agassi Venus or Serena
I'm ridin wit a felony you duckin misdemeanors
And man I'm still hurtin and my mama's still workin
So I stay wit the glove and a mask like a servant
A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
Yall niggaz lovin how ya livin and I'm (distorted) ready to die
Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
Tell 'em what (break bread nigga)
Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
Say what (break bread nigga)
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