I'm in the street, yeah Scrappy touchin' err'thang
I'm in the mall, man Scrappy snatchin' err'thang (Yup)
When I'm in the club catch me smokin', drankin' err'thang
Swear to God I ain't lyin' man, I put dat there on err'thang
You already, you already know (Huh, Huh!)
You (You) already, you already know (Whoa!)
You already, you already know (It's ya boi Scrap, haha)
Soon as I wake up I'ma say my prayers
Then I look up in the closet to see what I'm gon' wear
I got the (G's Up) shirt, with the (G's up) chain
Got the G-Unit shoes, dat's whudd I'm talin'bout mayn'
I hit the showa, hit the charga
Put the key up in the starta
Hit the mall-a, with my niggas
Git the broad up, bend the cone then I holla
Tha fuckin' hardest, cuz I'm a mothafuckin' balla
I'm gangsta, dat's whudd it is and you gon' love it
Fuck bein' on TV - I'ma show my ass in public
Shawty it's nuthin', you know the young nigga buckin'
You ask 'bout me shawty and this what they say
I'm the wildest young nigga in the -A- (Sho'nuff)
Throwin' money in the bay cuz I'm paid (Hol' Up)
I went and spent 45 on my mouth (Hunned?)
Nawh, 45 thou' (Damn!), Shawty just look at my smile
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
You can catch me in the club gittin' drunk as usual
Tha ol' wildin' nigga just be so crutial
A couplah groupies with some big azz booty's
Sloppy ass drunk, trynnah do sumthin' to me
I'm like: Babydoll hold up, gitcha mind right
I'm lookin' atcha face, Yeah I mean you iight
Ya body off the chain, but ya head fine
Say you ain't a freak - You's a Goddamn lyer (Aye)
I'm on the goose, trynnah git loose
Gotta squad full of niggas dat'll git atchu
Don't got me wrong my nigga, on dat role down home
Even though we in the club, you can git dat chrome
I see ya poppin' at the mouth (Who you talin'bout?)
I ain't got bread at the house (Now who you talin'bout?)
All dat mean muggin' & dat mumblin' (Who you talin'bout?)
When I start bussin', start runnin' (Dat's whudd I'm talin'bout)
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
Now when ya back touchin' ya stomach
I can teach her sunumics
A hunned miles and runnin', the realest who eva done it
Them hatas make me vomit, wishin' my sales plumb it
They mad cuz I hit the mothafuckin' block gunnin'
Stuntin'! Put 'em wheels on 'em 26s
Bitches! one to the truck to see who in it
A minute, his limo tinted watch you sayin' nigga?
Oh yeah we make plays - on the radio, we ain't playin' nigga
Tha kush and the peels (I got it!)
I put the push to the deal (I got it!)
8 karat bently on the wrist (How bout it?)
I bought the coup' just to match and (Hop out it!)
Yeeeeaah I mean every word
Gotta machine with a bean dat'll clean ya whole curb (Aye)
Scrappy, tell 'em - we G'd up
From the feet up - the block need us
So whudd it is? - Man, you already know whudd it is
What's the deal? - You already know whudd it is
Now whudd it is? - You already know whudd it is
(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell
(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)
Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)]
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 2:]
Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
fuckin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so fuck what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 3:]
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold martin luther king
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
yea
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
lil scrappy this is not lyrics but i think you is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so find and sexy and i just love your songs i have your cd every time i see you i scream and say that's lil scrappy!if you have the time email me my adress is below oh and i'm 19 and i'm light skin i have long long hair i know your saying you don't want to go with me you don't even know me but please just emial me as a bast friend
- let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!
BOOM
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
Hey, hey, hey
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up)
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)]
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 2:]
Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
fuckin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so fuck what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
[Verse 3:]
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
(feat. Young Buck)
[cash register ringing up a sale]
[Lil Scrappy:]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
[Chorus: x4]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
[Lil Scrappy:]
I'ma get that, dough and fuck with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega fuckin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account {*cha-ching*} with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
[Chorus x2]
[Young Buck:]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murciélago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
[Chorus x2]
[Lil Scrappy:]
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
[Chorus x2]
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins
G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn
I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
Talking
Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2 times
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (what!)
foreva i love atlanta
foreva i love atlanta (fila nigga)
Verse 1: I'm a Grady baby ATL and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you wanna step to close or go to far cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat
you down wit they cars. Fila brought up from my head to my feet, niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep. Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest ****, uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater i'ma pop the **** off in zone 3, the decatur we can go back down to where my grandma stay, depending on the area you better watch what you say and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy when i get locked man them broads wanna save me this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!!
Chorus 2 times
verse 2: Niggas grind time let my A shine when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine my blood see through the georgia rhine. and niggas don't love the A like i love the A i just love the way the A smell everyday. A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro' fuckin' hoes on the city road when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A so **** what you say what you know about I-20 to 285 got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gees up get yo g's up in the classroom crunk got benny by my **** so i stay supa drunk ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!!
chorus 2 times
verse 3: carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta yea
chorus 2 times
music till stops
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
but nothin but game i been given,
stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
an they know dat you's a stay trick,
all fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed
Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!
Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
[Intro]
Zone 3, Aye!!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show yall what some real gangstas is at
Some of yall niggaz just dunno (G-Unit!)
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
So many ways, you can spray, git hit
With tha' K, anyday, ain't gon' motherfuckin' say (Aye, Aye!!)
Dat you might git touched
Cuz 'em gangsta ass niggaz, they don't talk too much
Come around, fuck with me, and then you might git rushed
Nawh, I ain't with the yappin', but I make the gat go bust
Keep fuckin' with us, we off the danger-ous
Show you the meanin' of Ash 2 Ash, is just a Dust
If you laid back in the 'Lac
I dunno if them hatas gon' handle dat
Keep my motherfuckin' hand on my fuckin' gat
Aye, yall motherfuckers betta git back
Yea, all the young ladies call me +Get It Mayn'+
I don't know if yall lames gon' undastand
You can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
Tried to keep it like a lame, you ain't got a chance bwoi, cuz
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
Guerilla Unit motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
You thank you a killa, but we gon' just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato on the barrel, so no body hear it
I keep a holsta on my shoulda like I'm John Wayne
Shootin' these niggaz lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedin'
Afta you feel these hollo' tips, nigga - then we eatin'
Full of anger until there's no mo' bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothang like when you git popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, 'Do ya durrt all by your lonely'
So I go hit 'em niggaz 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waitin', anticipatin' to put a nigga unda
Smokin' like we some Jamaicans fuckin' with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point 'em out and watch how I knock him off
Err'where you bitches go - I got a nigga watchin' yall, motherfuckers!
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
[Verse 3 - B.G.]
It ain't easy livin' where the young die fast (Fast)
It's eitha rap, or take a penitentiary chance (Chance)
This rap shit too easy fo' me to go back
Ten fo' a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track
But I ain't lyin', the streets call sometime
I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound
And git 'em fo' bout two-hunned in H-Town
Fo'git it, I ain't even goin' dat route (Fuck it)
I just do it like I do it, cuz the streets love it (Love it)
I hold it down, neva bow, gotta stay thuggin'
I don't be trippin' when the hatas go to mean-muggin' (Muggin')
I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (Stuntin')
Now it's known by the whole world who a joke (Joke)
He ain't a man - got dreads, you already know (Wayne)
All my gangstas, gon' put ya hands up (Put 'em up)
And all my hott gurls, back dat azz up
[Chorus w/ Lil Jon ad-libs]
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
Guerilla Unit motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
{*cash register ringing up a sale*}
[Lil Scrappy]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
[Chorus - 4X]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
[Lil Scrappy]
I'ma get that, dough and fuck with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega fuckin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account {*cha-ching*} with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
[Chorus] - 2X
[Young Buck]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murciélago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
[Chorus] - 2X
[Lil Scrappy]
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
[Chorus] - 2X
(Intro) Nuck if U Buck (14x) Crime Mob Hoe
Crime Mob Hoe Yeah Its Ya Boy Lil Scrappy Prince of Crunk
Yea Lil J on tha track nigga
A its time 4 all security to get around its goin down
(Verse 1)
Yeaa Well Ima gattoe pistol holded nigga on ya damn
street.Stompin,jumpin,bunpin
and get crunk off in this damn thing.
Throwin da bows up at these hoes they screamin
they bleedin from they nose.
And wehen we start to swang we make dem niggas hit tha flo.
Aint no game off in this thang we be deep off in yo party.
Crime Mob niggas get it started
Ellenwood niggas be tha hardest so if ah nigga come
and run they mouth just like a hoe
Punch em dead up in his nose and stomp his ass down to tha flo.
(Verse 2)
Yea we Nuckin and Buckin and ready to fight.
I bet cha Ima throw dem thangs so haters betta thank twice.
See me, I aint nothing nice and Crime Mob be aint no stoppin.
They be like Sadam Husein,Hitler, and Asoma Ben Latin.
Now they say they gun poppin and I am actin a fool.
I wish a hater would get crunk up on dis Crime Mob Crew.
Now enough is enough boy,rough and get stuck boy,
luck is a must boy,nuck if u buck boy.
(Chrous)
Nuck If U Buck Boy (14x)
(Verse 3)
Jumpin off from on tha stage Throwin bows like Johnny Cage.
All my niggas startin riots knockin down tha baracade.
Ellenwood we be too deep and M.O.B. is too ellite.
Flawless nigga ballin,you'll be jawless gettin close to me.
Bullets bustin constantly,
jammin threw ya city street brokin
bone,layin lone scattered cross da concrete.
Nuckin if u Buckin, you'll be duckin if u get too close.
In my eyes u wasn't wise I think its time I Nuck u Hoe.
(Verse4)
I come in the club shakin my dreds thrown these bows
and bustin these heads. bitch you
irrelevent step to my residents best to
back up for i send you ellect. I've been in drama
and commitin the crime. I'm leave'n no trace not even a line.
We Knuckin and Buckin cause I got a nine.
I blow you away cause you waistin my time.
Stupid ass niggas not know what to do.
I'll waste yo ass if you step to my crew.
I'm thro wit you haters so watch what you do.
You talkin bout me. then I'm talkin to you.
You buckin on us then we dig in yo pants.
You buckin on me then
that shit gon' get nasty. I'm colder than ice and
I'm freezin off hell. I clopped yo shit but you can not tell
(Verse 5)
Nuck if u buck boy.But u betta come equipped
cuz i got some shit off in my trunk
that gonna make ya body flip.
Hollow tip bustin off tha rizo as I hit tha doe.
Anybody make a false move they body on tha flo.
Fuckin wit no hoes noy, neva been no lame man,
aint neva been no pussy nigga scared to throw dem thangs
man,Crime Mob niggas up in this bitch,
Breakb Bread records I represent.
Fuckin wit dem HB niggas u bout 2 get ya wig spit.
(chorus)
Nuck If U Buck Boy (14x)
Ladies and gentleman
(What?)
I´d like to welcome you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of Trillville
(Trillville?)
I be your God on this here Jonny
(Uh huh)
It´s your boy Lil´Jon checkin´ it
(Yeah yeah)
And first-off
(Whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu
We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
'Cus ain´t home wit it I´ma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit
I´m in your damn house wit your girl on my dick
I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits
So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street life´s on for the best to go home
Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome
Aimin´ at your doam buck-shot rain
(Rain)
I´m deep offa damn, when a nigga ´bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha fame all I want is the doe
(Doe)
My ain´t Dough Bussa so don´t be try me like a hoe
I´m not your everyday dough that I´m at your seat everyday
I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid
I shine like a brave on a old school
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo´ real
Dirrty Mouth spittin´ at you bitches and niggas
(Uh huh)
´Specially tellin´ you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck y´all)
You know real recognize real
(Yeah)
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit
(Yeah)
You hattin´ niggas we gon' find y´all
We gon' sip you out
(Yeah, hah)
Holla at them Don P
I know for a fact you ain´t ready for the street
You suckas rain nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga go home you can´t compete
They tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and that´s what make ´em fake
'Cus the hood ain´t actin´ niggas start relaxin´
Thinkin´ they can live in this world without packin´
Somethin´ Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin´
And how we broke it down like a muthafuckin´ cratchin´
Too transaction and won´t nobody assin´
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin´ fagot
It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´
But I guess, I hate too 'cus ain´t the music that they creatin´
Hoes that they savin´, Plans that they makin´
Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases
(Yeah)
Y´all ain´t neva see a nigga like me
I´ve been all around the muthafuckin´ world
(All over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin´ niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go
Disrespect niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go
But you know why? All them hatin´ niggas
They makes real niggas that best most strong
(Yeah, yeah)
Tell `em L.A.
Look you ain´t ready for the streets
(Streets)
And you claim to be hard, but you weak
(Weak)
A bad bitch and you swear that beat
(Beat)
The only thang you probably touch was a feet
(Feet)
You bitchin´ me now, picture me I´m sorry
Get your ass summen boi it ain´t workin´
You don´t want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]
Give me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we ain´t takin´ shit
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust your knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a mill
(Mill)
If times get hard then you gain up your grill
(Grill)
Fo´ real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I ain´t trippin´, 'cus that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess that´s the reason why a nigga stay baller
(Hey)
(Hey, hey)
Yo, ain´t no nigga
Is gonna stop my muthafuckin´ paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga, youknawmean?
(Yeah)
I´m out here on my hustle everyday
(Yeah)
Nigga I ain´t sellin´ dope
But I´m sellin´ this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit
(Yeah)
I´m sellin´ this crunk energy drink
(Yeah)
Yo, I´m sellin´all kinda shit
Nigga I´m CD´s, DVD´s, nigga
What Eva you need
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real
BME, BME, BME click
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game
Every nigga that role wit' me betta keep it Gd
I'll put the vertebrate push a DDT
Lets get the sip pi y'all niggas ain't even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up, scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with G-Unit so y'all sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through something
I can't change I fuck hoes that would make
May look lame
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
The realest of niggas, I role wit' them killas
(Yeah)
The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with B-M-E cliquing
You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with put them hollow tips
Under your arms like speed stick ride through your hood
In a blue Impala like we crisp
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
I'm a head busta, Lil Scrappy when the lead touch ya
And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn and get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones like D R E and the firm
'Cuz I'm buzzing like WuTang and it ain't even my turn
So who it may concern you'll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin' with them gang bangers in the South side
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(Hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty A-town
(BME, A-town)
Mi nigga game
(Compton)
You know, it's west side in this bitch
(G, G, G, G)
They want to get that ass hit
(G, G, G, G, G, G Unit)
They wanna get that ass hit
Aye, aye, aye,
(G, G, G, G)
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
I'm for real
Na not me nigga
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
South side
Lil Jay on the track, ****
And you already know, it's ya boy, Lil Scrappy
We finna have the whole **** world rockin' in this ****
Look at shawty, check her out
I like it when she rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, she rock her hips
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
Look at them hips, I like how she rock it
She bend that thing over and to the ground she gon' drop it
And pop it hard as she can, got me **** in the pants
Because she, all in her stance, doing her **** dance, man
Look, lil' buddy cute in the face, she rock her hips to the bass
She take the sip, then she wave
And wanna get with Lil' Jay after she dance on that pole
I pull my cash so quick and fast when that **** hit the flo'
Now I got 32 flavors of that bootylicious bubblegum
Raspberry, grape, cherry, come and get this honeybun
Yummy, yum, baby, not an ordinary lady
Known to drive a **** crazy, Willie Wonka wanna pay me
On the daily, off the hizzle, rock my hizzle and shake my skittles
Soda, pop it, watch it sizzle, man, this **** right here's the shizzle
**** on the highest drizzle, wanna taste it just a little
Rock my hips, then make it wiggle, wavin', sippin' in this bizzle
I like it when she rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, she rock her hips
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
I like it when she rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, she rock her hips
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
I like it when she show me she can rock it, roll it, drop it to the flo'
Bouncin' slow, shawty's all pro, that's the way to go
Jello booty, ooh wee, got a **** glancin' every time that **** react
I tawt I taw a puddy cat, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Fat cat, don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock them hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all them tricks, that's what's up
I like that **** a lot, come and holla at a thug
A-town's finest, I'm the top-notch glamor chick
Tell me, if I throw it at ya, baby, can you handle it?
'Cause the cause is Russian, if a hater wanna run they lip
Step up in the club and have them whisperin', 'God ****, she thick'
Take it to the bar, Hpnotiq and Hennessy is on my list
Seductively moving my body, now watch me rock my hips
Take a sip of the Goose, I'm lookin' good and livin' lavish
Big boy pimpin', poppin', dippin', now tell me I'm not the baddest
I like it when she rock her hips, then take it low
She grab the towel and wipe the pole, oh oh
Shawty got it goin' on, it's just me and her
And I'm in my zone
Check out her rack
Shawty got a fat ****, watch her throw that **** back
And say she sweet like snacks, let you put her on the track
Every day you eat less, countin' **** stacks
I like it when she rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, she rock her hips
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
I like it when she rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips, she rock her hips
She rock her hips, then wave and sip
She rock her hips
She rock her hips
I like the way she rock her hips, she rock her hips
You see I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out
Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Let's go nigga
I drink liquor fifths its Juicy J the pimp
I tell ya baby momma she can suck a nigga dick
Straight from the corna, the north is ma hood
I don rode on 4 flats and it's still all good
Project Pat is outta jail and we 'bout to get dis mail
To you hataz tryna rap, quit playin' wit ya selves
Memphis, Tenn, ATL, we gotta get dis cheese
And we count big bills, while deez hoes on dey knees
Mad 'cause they see me smilin' grillin' in his hoe face
It ain't ma fault, you should her made her stay in the place
She couldn't help it, I'm the king of dis area code
I been blowed, I got time balls, waitin' to explode
Fifteen years I'mma inspiration in dis game
You just gettin' dat car tomorrow, dat style about to change mayne
If you was real you'd recognize real
But bitch you blind to the signs get ya monkey ass killed
Ay, I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out
Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Let's go nigga
It's the young nigga known for bringin' da drama
Why I act crazy, yeah, I got it from ma momma
Walk in this bitch wit nuttin' but a razor
I'mma slice the hell outta muthafuckin' hata
[Incomprehensible] nuttin' but hoes
If a nigga wanna throw I'm throwin' nuttin' but bows
And what it is, you don't wanna go wit da legend
Beatin' niggas ass into the hell of heaven
Wassup I'm drunk but I'm crunk in dis bitch
If you wanna throw bottles, I'mma stab you quick
Ay, back off for a minute for I step in it
Nigga chill shawty ya boi ain't finish his sentence
Don't get mad 'cause ya broads on ma dick
And she came ova in ya damn favorite outfit
Yeah, dolla signs all in the air
And I don't give a fuck if you wanna take it there
Ayyo, I'm posted in the club blunt in ma mouth
If a nigga still buck I'mma knock his ass out
Posted in the club talkin' to dis girl
If a nigga wanna buck I'mma knock his ass out
Ay bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Hey bitch, what you gon' do if you wanna buck
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigg
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'm so addicted to makin' money it's funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin'
The can of paint flippin' and swervin' it make ya pick up
Today I'm feelin' good so I'm destined to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin' like I'm richer
But chrome wheels spinnin' so people can take a picture
Ain't never comin' flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back I be shakin' them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin' round
But ain't no competition dug them bitches in the ground
'Cause I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
Stay buck in the crowd and yo face staight sippin' crunk
I'm gettin' to the money so fuck the nonsense
I'm a G motha fucka I leave your head in dents
I got that action yeah I make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips I load clips on the mac
And man I'm gettin' rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
'Cause I don't know what you been told
But I got gats and I got jewels
And scrappy talkin' shit I fuck yo bitch on the regula
I'm gettin' paid, look shorty I damage ya
Them hoes gon' love me, hatas wanna bust me
And I pitty the fool who really wanna touch me 'cause
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil' Scrappy
And niggas don't wait I'll stab ya that 45 I grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it I did it?
Bitch I switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then I keep 'em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now I'mma flip paint, flip paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin' outta the Benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
I'm gettin' to this paper like I'm supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring, get my watch and my chains
Bringin' pain to the gain lickin' all of these lanes
A K A mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if they're pockets be hurtin'
Straight from Atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin' paper like my name was Tony Montana
It's G's up so get your G's up
I don't like to get violent but I'll fuck your ass up
Hey, you don't really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and I'm still gettin' bucked
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
fuck the bullshit beat dat ass to the floe
he twistin now he shakin like a god damn hoe
don't run they goin to bak me, now hes tryin to attack me
juzt blow your brain cells from ur head I be clappin
now I buck all day, I buck all nite
damn rite I beat your ass in a god damn fite
don't stand so close, get your damn nose broke
tryn to give me doubt when you see bitch you aint my folk
you be tryn me, I'm a thugged out g
imma switch you sideways imma charge a post up fee
thug straight trappin, till I get rich off this rappin
I aint got no friends got watch whos heads I be clappin
Flippin and flappin at the mouth ya its off the chain
Flippin it on them real bitches just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryn me foe
I aint no bitch, I aint no lame hoe
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
What the fuck is goin on
I beat the fuck out your ass and bring your bitch ass home
I'm a young thug nigga I aint no fuckin joke
If I aint no lame nigga then what the fuck you eyein foe
Talking all that shit bitch take it outside
Pop you about 3 times make you turn clockwise
I aint playin I done bein trife, damn they done took a life
Used to call me chicken cause I used to stab a man with a knife
My life, tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin BME, leavin hoes pussy wet
I only punch niggas dawg,
I don't fight no bitch,
Got a hoe in the car that will get up in that shit
I'm goin to pit stop
My brains in nerve lose
I carry my own cross
But still you get tossed
And last but not least, quit tryn me
You aint got no business mothafukin eyein me
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on tryin me
Haters dress to impress, but dey missd the spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity pot
But I got a 380 waitin so keep your eyes up on me
Keep your eyes off my dick and get your own damn money
You silly mothafucka you'll get your head slit wide open
I do it in the street and leave your neighborhood smoking
And they hope in, that the mothafuckin war is ova
These lyrics soul reverse them, click clack and break your shoulder
I'm rollin from the south side of the A
If you keep lookin imma bust your ass in your face
I aint goin to play imma just make an example
All that unloyal shit will get your bitch ass tapered
When I cock back my pistols gonna sound like bam
Get your ass so hard the fuckin crowd say damn
You just got knocked the fuck out
That's the way we do niggas that's eyein in da south
What the fuck iz goin on
He keep on eyein me
What the fuck iz goin on
Intro: [Lil Scrappy]
Ay. This wat you call keepin it 100 shawty.
Cant just be with a muthaf***a halfway,
You gotta ride wit a n**** all the way.
Ay Trey, talkin to em.
Chorus: [Trey Songz}
Even if you gotta ride til the rims fall off,
If you gotta fight wit your back to the wall.
You gotta thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone. 2x
Verse 1: [Lil Scrappy]
Ay shawty gangsta a** hell,so i cant leave her.
Her mouth jazzy as well, it make we wanna beat her.
And she been down for a long time so she my equal.
Its just me and you baby, f*** them other people.
If i aint have no hope would you ride for me,
if aint aint have no dough would you die for me.
If your boy aint have no cheese would you go get money for me, or would you f*** another n**** and go act brand new with me.
This world so crazy it gotta keep fighin.
And im in the middle of hell and it aint no hiding.
You gotta be 100 baby and keep riding.
Them broke hoes start hating shawty and they never fight.
Chorus: [Trey Songz}
Even if you gotta ride til the rims fall off,
If you gotta fight wit your back to the wall.
You gotta thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone. 2x
Verse 2: [Lil Scrappy]
See this real life aint nothing to play with.
My mama taught me what being real and strong is.
I wont let you crush my dreams cuz thats how i feel.
Gotta walk thru my life just to see how i live.
I remember growin up with Black Girl and Vern.
God told em stop doing crack but they never learned.
But what I learned is that we move as the world turns. And with one burn, i cannot be concerned.
As i walk through the the A i let the range creep praying that i make it to the top by next week.
Having dreams of heaven but livin hell on the streets.
I keep it streets up and down baby and keep it real.
Chorus: [Trey Songz}
Even if you gotta ride til the rims fall off,
If you gotta fight wit your back to the wall.
They say what's real don't need to be said
But I'mma say it anyway
Since you all talking, talking, talking
Chorus:
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They're talking like a... that I go away strong
They're talking like a nigga ain't never been on
They're talking about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
Look, when they're telling about me nigga
USP, don't forget to G, nigga
Have them juggle, have them hustle, got a friend with muscle
Black... white teeth, brothers of a struggle
I'm up here leaning with some bitches on another round
And when I finish I might buy another house
Or another car, bitch, I'm a star!
Niggas talking... but they ain't talking...
I'm so photogenic, take a picture, see me winning
When I'm so... got me grinning
I'm so blessed, I'm counting money to the ceiling
I'm thinking about a million while they're talking about their feeling
Chorus:
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They're talking like a... that I go away strong
They're talking like a nigga ain't never been on
They're talking about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
They're talking pros and cons
I'm talking throwing ones
They say he stabbed me with my knife,
Bitch, I had a gun!
Zone three, rock boy, I'm on that avenue
I bought a whole bar out, girl, I thought you knew
I'm on my... drake shit, she loving the crew
And next they're talking about my past, I'm on a new...
I hear you talking, they say I'm jealous
But I ain't tripping on no bitch, I'm chasing the ladies
Ain't never had shit, so I want it all
See me flexing in a... bitch I straight ball.
They say I'm in trouble, he made it this
Everything go... he must have missed
Chorus:
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to hell race
They're talking like a nigga is supposed to throw stakes
They're talking like a... that I go away strong
They're talking like a nigga ain't never been on
They're talking about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
They're tell 'em about your body
They're talking about
... hating on me
I'm loving you, what your lady told me?
I'm making moves, still making money
I ain't... you, keep on talking about me!
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me.
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home.
Everybody wan kno what happened in Orlando, we had a confirmation but they aint wan let it go. Tryna push me, ol bitch ass police, actin hard wit a suit but a badge cant fool me. C'mon dawg dont take ya job dis serious. A gun will kill any fuckin cat dats curious. Its a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious. Aint nuthin u can tell me, aint nuthin u can do to us. Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad, nigga I can tell you broke cuz u took my cash. One sight of abuse and ima whip yo ass. C'mon man why you tryna rag? Dont wanna let a nigga off tha hook, wanna go by da book. Wen we both kno in our eyes you da biggest crook. Stop actin you kno you on tha powder. Punk ass prolly sniff da dope by da fuckin hour.
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me.
This lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home. And this lil piggy ran home, and that lil piggy ran home.
Police dont love me, they tryna cuff me. Somebody do somethin I aint even get nuthin. They came in rushin, I start to bustin. Wit my back to da wall I can see wuts comin. Stead of handlin da shit they wanna handle tha shit. Tha feds outside of my door tryna take a pic. And some of em cool and some of em rude but I feel er'one of em my attitude. And I hope they do wut they gotta do. Cuz if they pull tha heat ima pull tha tube. And if it aint in ya heart boy dont be no fool, cuz God still lookin at chu. Cuz on earth lot of fuckin chiefs no indians. They say some of da police fag and feminine. If you call for help you prolly snitch on ya self. Do tha ?? niggas catch a fuckin gun from tha belt.
Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you can do yo J-O-B witout fuckin touchin me. Ey ey Mr. Police is you hearin me you aint shit witout cha badge get da fuck roun me.
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't give a fuck
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem (Problem)
But you don't want no problem with me
Cuz BME we be 50 deep
You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soul full of heat (Ooo)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
Nigga I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face
Put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
Got a problem with that
Hold em back, hold em back
Man fuck that nigga
Fuck that hold em back
Gotta push that nigga
Hold em back, hold em back
Push that nigga
Fuck that hold em back
Hey shawty it's on
Goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothafuckas
It's gonna hurt
If a nigga fall
That's when shit gets worse
The problem with you niggas is
You just talk too much
Man swang on a nigga and fuck his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your obliged if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
Gone
go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck
u can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
at a wimp like ??
through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
and dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
fuck wit Bo
straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
it to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
yeah!
we bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah
Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)
Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and don't say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
Comin up as a child all I seen was hell
My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then went from a half to sellin 10 o's
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
she made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
momma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itches
an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches
nigga we was bred to die, don't be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day momma thought I was up at the park
while she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)
Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it
Don't be offended, of anything i might say
Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true
Don't be offended of anything i might say
Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No
Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true
Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
they always askin me why I say yaa
cause I mean what I say and I agree with myself
and imma keep it real, and you should keep believing
cause if you don't you the weakest link and you should be leavin
twerk that shit in the lane and my name they be screamin
like Michael Vick im talking shit, playin this field
so I aint need no reason to knock you out the projects
juzt take your fukin wallet, im makin a fukin profit
and you niggas cant stop me, like you tryn 2 catch my ass
im ready to shot a nigga when all you do is fukin pass
the last day of class, soo aint no need to ask
cause I aint the teacher, I wont let you pass
im Don AKA, slash Corleone
whoo started his own shit, who put us all on
and the bows been thrown, and the guns been cocked up
now the only thing left 2 get rid of you fukin talkers
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
purple tray and niggas always like to talk that bullshit
ima let you feel it when these bullets start to talking spit
rite out the barrel of my rueger at you lame hoes
this is how it goes when my gun done put a hole
rite threw your dome, cuz my chrome is my only friend
niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
you smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back
dressed in all black, with the tech ready to attack
nigga you aint hard imma take yo ass up off the map
peelin niggas cap talking shit runnin at their trap
im realest nigga that you niggas eva seen before
imma let you know, I aint never been a scary hoe
not your average joe, left your spleen on your fukin top
nigga pop pop as I cock back the fukin glock
niggas need to start, tryn to talk down on my game
imma do the same, to their ass as I buss their brain
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
as far as I can see man you a bitch
you the weakest link outcha mothafukin cliq
jump up if you down to get hit
and quit talking all that monkey ass shit
im cutting out the middle, you getting paid a lil
this some real shit this aint no nursery ryme riddle
imma let him get you, rite there hit you
they gonna hav to stich you, and the nigga ridin with you
that's why I toss bricks, I seen da bigga picture
aint don't nobody miss you, you bitch cant even kiss you
so she about to ditch you, or betta yet quit you
imma real nigga, but she act like she don't give a shit
so pass me the switch, im gone off the liquor
as far as I can see man you a bitch ass nigga
its time to fire up, your time expired up
and when I pull it out, you get shot up
my nigga
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
as far as I can see you're a bitch to me
you the weakest link goodbye
What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like "Almond Joys" and "Kisses"
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around,you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that's fo' sho'
What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
I hear everyone of you
We do it like the army do
I can go vertical
Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up)
No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!
C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches inbetween my tires
Nut in my pocket metal ?? three grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get my nigga, grind like hell
when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!
I'm never goin' broke no mo'
aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow
They sell it on up and then they bring back mo'
and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'
(Got What!!!)
Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame
You look up at my face
and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed
they be like OH!
Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glow
Yeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light right
I don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime light
gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite
sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right
I've been livin', my whole life pimpin'
you'll never catch me slippin'
fuckin' with ya'll women
Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind
It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine
I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')
Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a show
Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)
during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)
Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)
proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)
Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)
everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)
gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)
Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show
Shower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)
fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)
Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hell
rubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)
Ooooooooh!
Swapped out grill
they say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few mill
he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla bills
that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels
He ain't never been a punk!
Ooooooooh!
Booga Suga Pusha
fuck a state troopa
I'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the future
Producer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba
crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
drank like a pirate (pirate)
wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)
manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)
Traffic I'm in and out (out)
gotta work when it's a drought (drought)
don't take the main street (street)
take the other route (route)
Sucka use your head
dumby..
you heard what I said
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho!)
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's gooo!)
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get the fuck back, get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
You ain't on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas fuck with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test
My Benz, looka at my 'Ac
Look at my Navi' and my 'Lac
Get on my level, hell nah neva that
I knew you wasn't real cause all ya do is chit-chat
Always slizzle makin' sho' I stay gone
Call us some broad to the Geor-Georgia Dome
Tryin' to get with me is like naps through a comb
They call me Don P AKA Corlio
Up in the club with my Cartier's on
Don't know if I'm high, drunk, or gettin' my roll on
He on the cell "Can ya hear me" hell nah
Get on my level, that's what I'm tryin' to tell y'all
For real
LA off in this thang, get up on my level ho
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva hang
Bitch nigga step the fuck back and if ya think I'm jokin'
Aks them niggas that tried to play us, see em' lyin' off in that coffin
Trillville, ATL swangin' swangin' throwin' bows
Got some niggas that be hatin' bustin' slugs at my foes
If ya thinkin' you can fuck with a nigga like me
Nah nigga get rich, Trillville and BME
What the fuck you talkin' about "What you deep" nigga what!
If a hater wanna hate then a hater gettin' bust
We ain't hard to find nigga so why ya steadily talkin' shit
I'm fixin' to sick my dogs ho
Pussy nigga, get big nigga ho
Get crunk out ya brains when I spit this verse
I'm a blood suckin' vampire, my venom is worse
Head bustas deal with dangerous thirsts
Shatter ya bones in ya chest and make ya motherfuckin' heart burst
Don't worry now, prince of the South on the map
Knock yo thoughts out and leave yo brains on ya lap
Don't touch my Kango shorty, what's wrong with you
I might cock my fist back and knock yo grill through
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
I'ma get that, dough and fuck with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega fuckin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga fuck fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
(feat. 2Pac (Sample))
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 1]
Growin' up on Section 8, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rapa
I ain't trynna be no acta
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 2]
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
k mart gear was all a nigga woe
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 3]
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
until a young nigga went out dare an got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...
[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Zone 3, Aye!!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show yall what some real gangstas is at
Some of yall niggaz just dunno (G-Unit!)
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
So many ways, you can spray, git hit
With tha' K, anyday, ain't gon' motherfuckin' say (Aye, Aye!!)
Dat you might git touched
Cuz em gangsta ass niggaz, they don't talk too much
Come around, fuck with me, and then you might git rushed
Nawh, I ain't with the yappin', but I make the gat go bust
Keep fuckin' with us, we off the danger-ous
Show you the meanin' of Ash 2 Ash, is just a Dust
If you laid back in the 'Lac
I dunno If them hatas gon' handle dat
Keep my motherfuckin' hand on my fuckin' gat
Aye, yall motherfuckers betta git back
Yea, all the young ladies call me +Get It Mayn'+
I don't know if yall lames gon' undastand
You can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
Tried to keep it like a lame, you ain't got a chance bwoi, cuz
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
Guerilla Unit motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
What cha lookin' at? - Yee'in hard like granite!
Hardest nigga on the planet, err punch I throw landed
Yee'in gon' be standin' afta me, Goddammit!
Knock you off ya balance, if ya ass try to challenge
Who, me?! Nawh, I ain't say I was no killa
I just sayd dat I ain't no bitch nigga
Yee'in think I was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I rock the Kakhi's with the belt
On the Beach of Miami rock Versace with the silk
I'm so gangsta - I eat the cereal out the milk
And nawh I ain't actin', I'm just real like dat
Make my grill look good with the 45 stack
Some of yall motherfuckers ain't built like dat
I got gangsta in my blood, so you can kiss my ass
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
BME motherfucker - Git cha mind right bitch!
Got the white walls on the Old School (Dat's gangsta!)
When I whip up, all the ho's choose (Dat's gangsta!)
I git money like I fuckin' posed to (Dat's gangsta!)
Yea, I know I'm gangsta - but how 'bout you (Not gangsta!)
All black shirt with the black out shoes
Black tube socks and a matchin' hat too
And my G-Unit jeans straight raw blue
Cuz where I'm from bein' a playa is gangsta smooth
I'm a Guerilla on it all, keep my lil' pimpin' straight on G' mode
All up in the club with my pockets on swole
Oh, you think I'm sweet?! - Then try me ho'
Git stomped to the flo'
I was born in the A, raised in the A
When I did my durrt nigga, I ain't gon' say
Shiit, I was gon' grow up and be a gangsta anyways
Gotta couple of war wounds on the gangsta face
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
Wit a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty - comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down - G's up!!
Cuz I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Yea top of the list
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
I'm a Grady Baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
cuz where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
fuckin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so fuck what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold ma with the key
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
My Phone Is Tapped And So Is My Living Room
We Cant Hide The Money Here
We Need A Bigger Room
Fuck The Feds Let Em Be Mad
I Been The Boss Motherfucker
Im Suppose To Brag
When I Was Small I Seen Mama In The Freezer With A Ice Cream Jug Worth More Than The Visa She Used To Hide The Money In The Ceiling Having Stacks On Deck Now Thats A Mighty Good Feelin Fuck The Days Im Gettin Paid By Da Hour Been In The Wood To Long For Da Shit To Go Sour When Da Feen Come Ima Give Em What Da Want The Definition Of Customize Now Put That In Yo Trunk If I Aint Got G's Ima Get It From The Streets Leavin A.V.E's Offa Zone 3 On Da Corner Wit Da G's Thats How Its Gon Be My Whole Family In Hood Surrounders Gotta Eat Gotta Dough Connect That Charge Me End Of The Bred And My Studio Engineerin Cut Da Chop From Da Stack My Pockets Is Fat And My Daughters Is Too Just Think Of All The Thousands Of Dollars We Run Through
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Featuring: Ludacris
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to money
Oh, I gotta have it
Ooh, I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one
(One)
That I put before a ho
(Ho)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
Born makin' money, I growed up in the hood
Yeah, all the hoes love me 'cause they know me real good
Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout 8 days
When they cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way
I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid
Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's
I ain't got the charger, I got my bitch Escalade
Sippin' on the Grey Goose and some damn lemonade
Sittin' on the block, wise hoppin' it ain't nothin'
I'm a Trappa Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin'
Been through hell and back and I ain't frontin'
Niggas talkin' 'bout dough like they fuckin' sayin' somethin'
Oh, I gotta have it
Ooh, I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one
(One)
That I put before a ho
(Ho)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to clothes
I been a pimp my whole life, so I'm addicted to ho's
They feelin' on the big dipper, let 'em play with a stop
But they don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck my cock
On the bearskin rug, no shoes or socks
So all 3, you and the coop gotta lose your tops
See I'm addicted to the paper I been gettin' for years
And my whip is all white, I call it Britney Spears
They say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block
So we don't snitch or eat pork, we don't fuck with the cops
And that's why I'll be gettin' paper til the day that I die
So like Monica Lewinsky, keep your head up high, 'cause
Oh, I gotta have it
Ooh, I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one
(One)
That I put before a ho
(Ho)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It''s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gonna hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was off the chain
My momma flipped the cane, and pop was up at church
The Joe had me in the hallway with the purp
Prayin' that I stay safe and I don't get murked
But I bet I get paid and make that money work
Hit the garage, I bet I gotta bigger vert
Let me holla at ya bitch, I'll make that pussy hurt
For real though, you know that I get dough
Finna rape the game, and my mission is to get more
Oh, I gotta have it
Ooh, I gotta grab it
Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
It's the one
(One)
That I put before a ho
(Ho)
Money is all a nigga get for shows
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
I'm addicted to money
(Yeah)
I'm addicted to money
(Hey)
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