[Chorus:]
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
[verse 1: NAT aka Sheldon M. Davis]
Came in the game for the money and the fame
Draggin these bitches like a god damn train
Slang and drop hits like a god dang crane
And so many folk know my god damn name
Dirty in the south and that's what I claim
My street creditability is hot as a flame
J-ville my city duval off the chain
Well hanga outside nigga if he try to slang cain
Nat is my name O.G. step daddy is the game
Wettin niggas up just like the damn rain
Rip up the city just like a damn hurricane
Can?t nobody even see man
Pimp just as fast fast as I can
Get the fuck from round me
If you don't know me man
Stay the hell out my way
If you aint no G get your ass stomped for thinking like me
[Chorus:]
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
[verse 2: Country Blacc aka Carlton T.Young]
Bout my score rilla dope Game gorilla I
Flip these bricks Is how I get doe
nigga Hittin switches in the Cadillac Ridin through the Cacalac
Nat screaming Black attack Natalac and Country Blacc
Represent my city 555 gitty Strap wit milli
Show dem pretty boys no pity yeah
When you see me whatcha gon do
Hope the liquor help you recognize who you talking to
[NAT aka Sheldon M. Davis:]
I'm Runnin this bitch and you know this mane
Runnin this bitch and we runnin this game
Step daddy music make ya blow out your brains
Grey on my nuts and still got the fame
Dirty south livin we all runnin game
Born and raised in the south so that's what I claim
Bounce in this bitch if you love what you claim
And represent your shit wit no shame
[Chorus:]
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
[verse 3: Country Blacc aka Carlton T.Young]
I'm a bring it to you face run up in your place
End up slappin out the taste help them boyz catch a case
Naw I aint from the A All them games I don't play
Trust me you don't want make me to pull this thing off my waist
Im ready Im headed to the trunk of my chevy
I aint gotta get crunk cause I'm drunk already
Cross the street trying to hold this big thang steady
Real bout my fetti 150 choppem like spaghetti
[NAT aka Sheldon M. Davis:]
Step daddy said don't be scared
Give a nigga head while I'm stretched out in the bed
Don't play no games bitch heard what I said
If you suckin my dick bitch be prepared
You know I'm the man cause I opened up the city
Niggas saw me do it and they all came wit me
If you hate me bring your ass and get me
If you gone bring a gun you betta bring 50
Cause a nigga like me always got a trigga trigga
Believe me my nigga nigga how the fuck you figure
I don't use a pit I use a AK nigga
Go get him AK bite that nigga
I always got a bitch cause my dick is bigger
You done get shit lest I give you nigga
Cause I aint scare face I'm Sosa nigga
[Chorus:]
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
Wrappin up the City and You can't fuck wit me
Wrappin up the city Wrappin up the City
[Verse 1:]
What happen to my dog what happen to my state and between all of yall was it the dope money or these scandalous broads I don't know what it is but I'm a find the cause
Take time to pause to Think about why these niggas here in Carolina talk bad with a heart full of fear I'ts never shines Why when a nigga try to come up out of that Kack niggas hate and put their guns up behind his back too many mouths smiling in my face which makes me nervous and my hands steady on my waist ready to cut and may the lord forgive me if I gotta take another buster out cause heart is full of hate I aint the one to go out like a sucker pussy mother fucker run like the others naw I'm a touch ya! naw I'm a touch ya!
[Chorus: x2]
What happened to the love What happened in the club what happen to the dope boys out there selling drugs what happen to the game snitches is pointing blame the way these niggas acting fuck'em we all insane
[Verse 2:]
The people cracking up they so smoked up we so out of luck why should I give a fuck
My baby momma hooked up on that crack no rehabilitation can bring the bitch back
All I see is angry faces dried tears on faces unfamiliar faces and too many court cases
Leaving family scared innocent sit behind bars sitting in a cell waiting on a fuckin charge
Spending Millions to locks up and one phone call but wont spend a damn nickel to get us better jobs I think we going crazy government getting lazy president say fuck us all we rose Mary's babies niggas drink and burn kids don't wanna learn and if I get a job it won't pay me what I earn people getting high to leave the world behind mother natures a bitch and fuck father time
[Chorus x2]
What happened to the love What happened in the club what happen to the dope boys out there selling drugs what happen to the game snitches is pointing blame the way these niggas acting fuck'em we all insane
[Verse 3:]
I done seen too many come and go too many running slow he falling on the floor gone off the dope the whole club clears bitches shedding tears niggas running like deer's why everybody scared
I just try to make it and niggas want to take it they say they all real but naw they only fake it they say they want a piece but hell they want it all and they just can't wait to make a player fall
And missing the lords call I feel my people have run a race that never started and we never gone have shit amount or add up to shit sisters no longer called ladies they known for hoe's and bitches
[Sheldon M. Davis:]
It's a world of sin can't leave the place I'm in trapped on a island call it gilligans I think I'm in the zone fuck it I know I'm gone look into the eyes of Nat and aint nobody home
[Chorus: x4]
The love of money is the root of all evil
But that don't mean you can't get it,
Just don't be in love with it.
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Stacks, Stacks, Stacks for the Natalac
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Cause Stacks, them Stacks, them Stacks got my back.
[Verse 1:]
My boys makin stacks,
My clique makin stacks,
My {uhhh} makin stacks, ontop of stacks, just like that
Money, Power, make more Stacks every hour
Money, Power, make more Stacks every hour
Money, Power, make more Stacks every hour
Money, Power, Stacks, every hour.
2 am, huntin them stacks (stacks) niggas owe me money, get that
Foo dodge you when they owe that cash, till they get that foot in they ass
Everything I'm owed I will be payed, a real man, my daddy made
I, want, my, pay, everyday Natalac don't play
Don't need no crew to do what I do all I need is the truth
And a down ass broad do what I tell her to do
And keepin it real when I spittin in the booth.
[Chorus:]
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Stacks, Stacks, Stacks for the Natalac
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Cause Stacks, them Stacks, them Stacks got my back.
[Verse 2:]
The only thing I want from the government
Is enough stacks that can't be spent
I make money like a settlement
Pimp of the city I'm the pimp
Natalac is my name
Makin stacks is my game
Money I made I did it myself
And I put that on everything
My name ain't Lil Wayne, let that nigga make it rain
Pimp of the city makin capital game
This is my game this is my thang
[Chorus:]
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Stacks, Stacks, Stacks for the Natalac
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Cause Stacks, them Stacks, them Stacks got my back.
[Verse 3:]
Man make the money, money don't make the man,
I ain't got a million but I'm the thousand dollar man
Nat got that mill plan 400 stacks, now you a fan
Walk in the bank, smellin like dank
Got my girl drivin cause I know I'm gonna drank.
Walk in the bank with a brown paper bag
Fools looking at me like "please don't jack"
Back, back
Cause these my stacks
[Chorus:]
Stacks, Stacks, gotta go and get more Stacks
Stacks, Stacks, Stacks for the Natalac
[Chorus:]
For my rednecks and my country thugs
This For my rednecks and my country thugs
This For my rednecks and my country thugs
Cause the dirty south thats what we love
See He was acting like a bitch so I treatem like a bitch
Gotta a problem wit my nigga you get beat off in this bitch
Now throw it up now throw it up me and and my niggas
Bring the fire we blow ya up Blow ya up
[Verse 1:]
Rednecks and my country Thugs
We is what we is and thats whats up
We gone crazy get crunk in the club
We be who we be and dont give a fuck
We dont play round here
We make ya disappear
Can ya hear me do I make myself clear
Well put something in your mouth
So dont run your mouth
Or even talk loud when you come down south
Yeah down south you can call me the prince of this
Move mystical out the way cause had no sence of this
West hell is the side where I do stunt at
And the moves you try to make Flav Ja Vue done that
The Bare truth said NAT so Im gonna spit the rest
If it leads to some mess Im prepared S on my chest
Say soldier not sucker simp or sorry nigga
If ya froggy go head and leap off the problem nigga
[Chorus:]
For my rednecks and my country thugs
This For my rednecks and my country thugs
This For my rednecks and my country thugs
Cause the dirty south thats what we love
See He was acting like a bitch so I treatem like a bitch
Gotta a problem wit my nigga you get beat off in this bitch
Now throw it up now throw it up me and and my niggas
Bring the fire we blow ya up Blow ya up
[Verse 2:]
This nigga acting like a bitch say what I had to slap him
nigga acting like he tough say what I had to clap him
I aint waiting to he get out the club Hell naw
Im already strapped snook bust holdin my snub
Fuck crisp dog its yack in my cup
Cause when im tipsy j-quan Ill put your fuckin back in the mud
Have you literally holding a slug Im gangsta
The reason that the morgue be toe taggin a thug
I represent for the south cack
all you boppers and you jits better fall back
Before you get your head cracked
And I aint taking nothing from nobody
You run up step up well fuck up the party
Im jumpin out chevy does wit a red hoe
Im collardgreen if I hate you ima let you know
You aint from my hood so stop throwin that shit
You aint blood or crip so stop throwin dat shit
[Chorus:]
For my rednecks and my country thugs
This for my rednecks and my country thugs
This for my rednecks and my country thugs
Cause the dirty south thats what we love
See He was acting like a bitch so I treatem like a bitch
Gotta a problem wit my nigga you get beat off in this bitch
Now throw it up now throw it up me and and my niggas
Bring the fire we blow ya up Blow ya up
[Verse 3:]
This for my rednecks and my country thugs
We gotta problem wit a nigga Believe it well blow you up
So why the fuck you wanna jump bad
Pull out the popper watch me popem watchem haul ass ooh yeah
How many times Id done told yall niggas
Now Im tired of talking im pull it out gonna show yall niggas
See I dont know you ole pussy ass nigga
And when I see you in the club ima whip your ass nigga
We grab our balls in this bitch aw shit aw shit
We slap the walls in this bitch aw shit aw shit
Fuck the law in this bitch aw shit aw shit
Cause they aint running shit aw shit aw shit
Nat step daddy in this bitch aw shit aw shit
Now represent your click aw shit aw shit
And if ya love this dirty shit aw shit aw shit
Now If you the pimp of the city you know whats up if you aint the pimp of the city
You bout to find out who the pimp of the city so pay attention
[Verse 1:]
Pimp in the city in my old school lac
Hanging in the projects that's where it's at
Everywhere that I go they say there go Nat
A redbone nigga with 6 Cadillac's
All Fleetwood's naw not Mercedes
All women give me head or don't fuck with me
Smoking head with ashy knees
Swinging her head with her brand new weave
The head, the honey, and the money
That's right bitch I'm greedy
I don't want much just all you got
And you'll give it up when I hit your spot
Everything I say is good good as gold
Check a bare truth natalac episode
I got a few bitches in the projects
Aint got no job but they all get checks
All still broke so guess what's next
Yep Nat gone work that bitch
Came up with a scheme in one minute
Shes a fiend for the weed and sucking dick
So after my nut and she washed my dick Yeah
I smoked one then I thought of this
I looked her in the eyes
Said I take no shit and I got work for you Bitch
[Chorus:]
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
If you the pimp of the city you do what you do to make that money
[Verse 2:]
Lil badass broad big nipples to boot
Raggedy clothes but got a birthday suit
She got a moneymaker gotta put it to use
Lil broad double jointed and so damn cute
Lil seagrams gin baby got loose
Lil weed she blow dick like a magic flute
Pussy stays hot like the florida sun
And Rain like a hurricane when she cum
Baby so fine but she so dumb
Oh my oh my I done found the one
When I made her nut that bitch was sprung
Her kids got a step dad ill be that one but ah
All day while your kids in school
You sittin at home this is what you do
Put on that neglaze
Keep your freak clothes on do what I say
Any nigga I bring to the house you fuck ok
And don't say nothing cause Nat he paid
When I got one bitch and that shit was strait
Two months later Nat got eight
Im project pimpin right in your face
and scheme so tight cant catch no case. cause ah
[Chorus:]
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
If you the pimp of the city you do what you do to make that money
[Verse 3:]
I always tell the truth I dont give a fuck
My gat too big it's mounted on the bed of a truck
Piss me off now nigga you out of luck
You aint a pimp you aint me you a bitch get fucked
Whether you are hustler gangsta or wanna be rapper
Pimp dope nigga, crip, or blood or an actor
You gotta see me cause my main hustle servin heat for cash
To murder and bust ya
Weak hearts I rip with belt fed weapons
Nothing you've seen prepare you for Nat when hes cappin
Caddies servin heat bustin off and laughin
And you wonder what the fuck-gone happen…laugh …ah Shit
[Chorus:]
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
If you the pimp of the city you do what you do to make that money
[Chorus:]
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I'm the pimp of the city Yeah you cant fuck with me
I only got one question you aint even gotta answer it
I'm a sing it before I go into this song
Does anybody love a nigga I thinks not cause they keep trying to kill us so
Live with no fear and it will surely pass cause the last shall be first and the
First shall be last.
[Chorus:]
I got no fear I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
Check it
I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
[verse 1:]
The things that I do the things that I've done
No stress in the sex If I come then I come
If my heart is the bullet I use my chest is the gun
If you can't feel the real aint no help for you son
Life Itself it hurts but I live for the pain no fear left in us
Seeking fortune and fame you can only live life
But this life is a game that's why I'm a player aint this life a shame
Can't be shut down or intimidated
Stick out my chest in front of all the haters
They know they cannot touch me
And I live with no fear
No wolf tickets sold or ever bought from here
I roll my ride with my windows rolled up
Leaf on my lips and strait gin in my cup
Smash my gas memories are nothing but the past
A hater can catch me if I sit on my ass
[Chorus:]
I got no fear I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
Check it
I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
[verse 2:]
If you bring it then bring it I'm not living with fear
I fight to the end so I can look my self in the mirror
If I had cancer with one lung left
I'd run a hundred miles to my last breath
I walk across a bridge, a hundred stories high
Cars flying by and I think I wanna fly
But the world can't stress me
We all know why I know I know why
So live with no fear and never be intimidated by the powers that be
For the busters and haters fuck'em
Cause they only wanna hold you up but they so out of luck
All they can hold is my nuts live with no fear flip the finger to the sorry
Just live to the fullest your not promised tomorrow
You got a lot to get done and so much to do
Any changes nobody in the casket but you
[Chorus:]
I got no fear I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
Check it
I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
[verse 3:]
You got to do then do it don't cry at the end
When your tired you rest so say good-bye to a friend
Every night we die just to fight again
Don't be afraid of the dead who's gone hurt you is living
Not doing your best you got more to be giving
Get the hell off your ass aint no time to be trippin
It's a lot to be done can't be done if you're sittin
This shit is so real I hope you never forgettin
Givin up is a sin don't ever give in
Never give up make it a quest to win
So go baby go you got so much to do
How you live how you die it is all on you
No regrets or changes No red or blue
Aint nobody sittin in that casket but you
If you gotta give your life just have a reason
And live with no fear in shootin season
[Chorus:]
I got no fear I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
Check it
I got no fear I got no more fear uh un uh un uh un uh un
So I hope yall can answer that question
But I really don't think nobody does
You know what I'm saying so one more time
Does anybody love a nigga I thinks not cause they keep trying to kill us so
Live with no fear and it will surely pass cause the last shall be first and the
Yeah, Yeah, Now you can't ride with my girl
You know what I'm Sayin. She about that Money. Go getcha Money girl. Get Money Girl.Yeah
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend (Talk in Back ground) it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl Yeah She's a Money Girl Yeah She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl yeah She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
Money Girl ain't dumb money make her come
She see ya spendin some she gonna get her some yeah
She don't play the one she'll play yer heart
Oh you hurt son she was havin fun
She's a money girl money run the world
Don't play get paid and roll with her girls
She can crank da roy (crank da roy) do the solider boy (solider boy) talk shit get yo whip then she out boy!
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
Man you takin love she talkin money Cause
Oh you spent some bread well dats what it was
Now what it is tell me what's the biz
No money watch yo girlfriend flip
You want respect (uh hum) she wants your check yeah
It's about money money is respect
Don't get mad cause she ran game
You the rules game reconize game
Cause She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She always wanna holla and holla bout a dolla
She need her hair done meet her at the beauty parla
She need her nails done yeah and her money spent oh
And you can stay at her crib till you pay the rent
Oh you broke fool you gettin on her nerves
She keep herself looking good for ballas who got work yeah
Then holla atcha girl holla atcha girl but you
Gotta get the god damn money first
She's a Money Girl yeah She's a Money Girl yeah She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl (Money Girl) She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
Nat told ya dog (yea) the girl is a fool
You broke as hell she with another dude. (damn)
You just another fool that's broke in her past
You wanted ass but she want the cash
Got you lookin dumb young full of come
Get your bread up (Quick) she might give ya some? (maybe)
Betta work it dog gon' get paid cause until then
You ain't gettin laid
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
She's a Money Girl She's a Money Girl She go get it then she spend it she's a Money girl
This is dedicated to all those little girls out there that feel like they got all the answers. I got a story to tell ya. I hope you take it serious, I want ya to live a long time. Keep in mind what you do, it always hurt somebody else and you could really be killing they heart. So watch your desicions baby.
[Verse 1:]
You had so much ambition, and now that is missin
You sneakin out at night, doing more than tongue kissing
I watched you grow up fast, you think that fool love you
Because he got it fast, next day he mean mugg you
You look for greener grass, you chasin waterfalls
Then he steal your cash, you headin for a fall
Just get your own miss, come on girl you can do it
Just get your mind right, and put some game into it
But naw you ain't listen, you don't know what you gettin
Love with no rubber girl, you'll be soon missin
You got a baby now, you only fourteen
Times done got hard done lost all you dreams
[Chorus:]
Heart I just died in your arms tonite I watched you grow from a little girl you hurtin my
Heart I just died in your arms tonite Your daddy's mad as hell cause you killin his
Heart I just died in your arms tonite your mama goin strait crazy you killin her
Heart I just died in your arms tonite You killin everyone you know
[Verse 2:]
You sneakin in the club, looking for a father figure
The streets ain't got no Love, you met a pimp figure
He gonna blow you out, you know what I'm talkin bout
You come short with his cash, he sock you in yo mouth
Now you gotta cut, and it ain't for love
You got cut to live, do you feel me cause
I tried to tell ya somethin, but you wasn't hearin nothin
You could of been anythang, now ain't dat somethin
Weed laced with crack, now ain't dat somethin
Now you ain't nothin, and I ain't frontin
In and outta many rides, always cuttin somethin
You Grew up fast, and never knowin nothin
Goin everywhere, and Nowhere you goin
And Now you live and Die, labeled Freak only
Ya grew up fast, ya died even faster
This is Natalac, representin Doncaster
[Chorus:]
Heart I just died in your arms tonite I watched you grow from a little girl you killing my
Heart I just died in your arms tonite Your daddy mad as hell cause you killin his
Heart I just died in your arms tonite your mama goin crazy cause you killin her
Heart I just died in your arms tonite You killin everyone you know cause you killin they
[Chorus:]
Heart I just died in your arms tonite I watched you grow from a little girl you killing my
Heart I just died in your arms tonite Your daddy mad as hell cause you killin his
Heart I just died in your arms tonite your mama goin strait crazy you killin her
Heart I just died in your arms tonite Cause her little baby done went crazy yeah yeah
[verse 1:]
I don't lie baby here's the truth
I was working in the studio in the sound booth
Oh dam, you don't believe that
The scent that's your perfume that's how I got that
You think I was wit my x from way back
But hey baby naw I wouldn't never hit that
See She aint fine like you she too black
And ohh the red bone damn never that
And that's my mans girl she gotta stank cat
You believe me don't ya these just the facts
You keyed my ride last time don't do that
Talking to you I feel so trapped
Ok hold up wait a minute
I just got started hell naw I aint finished
All I want is you
If I wanted more I'd have plenty
But you want me when I aint got a damn penny
[Chorus:]
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
[Singing:]
A Little lie will get me by
A Little lie will get me by
Just a little lie is my alibi
It's just a little lie it's just my alibi
[Verse 2:]
How can I explain when it only brings you pain
You say it's a shame but I call it the game
You know I love you baby but I just get weak
The way them women walk naked and I know she a freak
How can I stop when I fiend for the pink
A duck sick real quick animal instinct and she come equip with those tigo biggies
Nipple imprint through her shirt I think tities
She hollered at me I said girl you mean you no good
I'm all flesh but in my draws I got nothing but wood
In my paints I gotta take a chance
I saw her real quick, got hooked by the glance
Eye contact and then she licks her lips
I know I can hit it aint know time to slip
Before I get home I'll think of a lie
A cute little lie is my alibi. Right?
[Chorus:]
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
I lie to keep you happy just to keep you happy
If you knew what I knew you might wanna slap me
[Singing:]
A Little lie will get me by
A Little lie will get me by
Just a little lie is my alibi
It's just a little lie it's just my alibi
[verse 3:]
What I gotta say it's gone hurt
But It's not like we didn't do that at first
You hollered at me showin rubbers in your purse
I came home late and made my lady curse
You fucked me till you got me so a player's what you got
But I'm claiming you so don't forget your damn spot
Right now you above the rest so don't drop
Women throw you out the house to take your spot
So don't say nothing and watch your damn mouth
Women pick niggas up when women throw 'em out
So I tell a lil lie don't cry believe what I tell ya or say bye-bye
And when your girl walk in don't pick no fight
And just keep walking cause she loves the lie
And pussy can't trap me and marriage knot can't tie
Now you know to make you happy why I lie yeah
[Chorus: Singing]
A Little lie will get me by
A Little lie will get me by
Just a little lie is my alibi
It's just a little lie it's just my alibi
PGEEZY (YEEEAAH) this is the most intisapated record label of the decade Trap Underground/Natalac Records. (BRING IT ON) Hold up a Minute If you ain't Natalac (YEEEAAH) He pimpin them broads and bringin the STAAACKS back then you should never be on this track Nigga. We represent South Cak as a whole. (LET'S GO) Check the Grama-fi-cation (GO TO WORK PGEEZY) Capitalize on ya'll Boys! (YEEEAAH)
[Chorus:]
Every time you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THAT'S RIGHT)
Extra heavy duty in this game for life (LIFE)
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic
Every time you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THE MATH)
Extra heavy duty (DUTY) in this game for life
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic
[Verse 1:]
Comin from the south cak is kinda hard
Cause people out cha they be wantin you scarred
But not me I'm boss ballin my lil cousin boss strong
We out cha we out cha to ring the alarm
To sweep the street from all that kayos
All that madness broke to blessed
A real nigga havin thangs and
I ain't talkin bout no bling bling
I'm talkin bout your health and your wealth
Knowledge of self to gain power and wealth
I'm catchin bees with honey honey with bees
To rotatin my money cause ain't nothin funny
Cause being broke a thing of the past
Twenty inches on the stretched jag t.v. screens
So I know why they mad so with butterfly doors
Huntin fatigues they know who we be
Stars in the flesh the best out the west makin them clowns confess
Alligator sou-flee then I hit the highway cathedral
[Chorus: x2]
Every time you see us I know you get mad (YEAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEAH)
And you can't do the math (THE MATH)
Extra heavy duty in this game for life (LIFE)
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic (THATS RIGHT)
[Verse 2:]
Pray to G.O.D. to make my dreams come true
My stretch s impala is all blue I still bang screw
I'm so true to myself I'm so true to my family
I'm so true to my fans I'm so true to my dog
Natalac the pimp of the City posted up with yo boy aka
Frank nitty gettin bank smokin dang cause ya boy don't drank nothin but J.Rog'et spumante everytime I thank
I usta eat peanut butter sandwhich the a survival kit
Now the family rich I'm runnin the game and I can't quit
Rule the game up with a iron fist better schools
Better where we livin look at the nation it's jammed tight
Like russel but not our team we flyin tonight
In the south cakalac I know natalac the real Natalac
That put the south cak on the map biatch.
[Chorus:]
Every time you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THAT'S RIGHT)
Extra heavy duty in this game for life (LIFE)
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic
Everytime you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THE MATH)
Extra heavy duty (DUTY) in this game for life
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic
[Verse 3:]
Everytime you see us I know you get mad
When I step on the seen all the ladies glad
Kids lookin at me sayin hey step dad
Got haters on the stove in the pot with the crabs
I bring JESUS with me enimies get dragged
Get my suits out the cleaners (YEEEAAH)
And still poppin tags
Stacks from the money girls fill up the bag
I just bought a vehical I need a bigger bag
Natalac Records is the label does that
My Natalac Chain I wear it like a Flag
Even other labels say step dad's bad they call me
O.G. or uncle or just Nat
Pgeezy sent the limo to get Natalac
Nat on the Track bring back more STAAACKS
Somethin for the haters for actin so bad
An extra heavy duty super stupid PIMP SLAP!
[Chorus:]
Every time you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THAT'S RIGHT)
Extra heavy duty in this game for life (LIFE)
Super stupid super tight rockin on the mic
Every time you see us (YEEEAAH)
I know you get mad (YEEEAAH)
Cause we do da foot work (YEEEAAH)
And you can't do the math (THE MATH)
Extra heavy duty (DUTY) in this game for life
Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha, Ahhhh. Check it out. Im wrong right now. Im wrong right now, and I need somebody to get me right. Now I know two wrongs dont make a right, but check this out. Three lefts do.
[Verse 1:]
Nick Nat Kill the Cat give the cat the bone
Thats what she needs all night long
She getting so hot cause of Nigga Nat song
I call her baby, but shes full grown
Out of the club to the front seat of my car
Shes a superstar swinging from them bars
Somebody call the law theres a beast in my draws
Murderin my balls but who can I call
A real head doctor in my passenger seat
Her heads in my lap she smoking my meat
I say bon appetite
She says I taste sweet
And nothing can compete with smoking my meat
She sweating and slurping inhale so hard that its hurting
Theres one thing for certain baby got me chirping
Going up and down, just like what!
My clear windows done got fogged up
Playtimes over now put those legs up
I wanna bust this nut, and get back in the club
[chorus:]
So dont be scared yeah give daddy head, head, head
Dont be cruel Do whacha No you need to do
Dont be scared yeah give daddy head, head, head
Dont be cruel Do whacha no you need to do
Dont be scared
[Verse 2:]
You really getting ahead on this job
Mopping my monster like corn on the cob
No she dont nibble no not even a little just slob
She works her head and neck and bob and bob
Theres no need to case a sperm bank to arm rob
Its a robbery she mobbin me for every damn drop
You and your click rob niggas like the mob
100 percent of sperm thats when she stops
A super head doctris and her whole click
Pull out pistols and will rob a nigga for his dick
No hard one will get away until hes just limp
She makes him nut he walk out HEY feeling like a pimp
Other girls do not like her
They see her and want to fight her
Dont trip on my girl all the fellas like her
When the homies get the weed and drink
We always invite her and wonder why your ass cant go
Cause, they know that you cant blow
[chorus:]
So dont be scared yeah give daddy head, head, head
Dont be cruel Do whacha No you need to do
Dont be scared yeah give daddy head, head, head
Dont be cruel Do whacha no you need to do
Dont be scared
[Verse 3:]
I wonder whats gonna happen to me
My ole lady wont give it to me
But I cant keep this girl off of me
She always takes my energy
I Can not keep girl off her knees
After I nut I fall asleep
I say I gotta go she says I cant
She hooked on south niggas
That bust nuts like white paint
Let a player go let me go Im feeling faint
You done got it all she says I cant I cant
Shes Not your average head doctor no sir
Shes a super freak head murderer
And some yall niggas done heard of her
Her daddy still thinks the world of her
And lotta girls done lost they man to her
[Last chorus:]
So dont be scared yeah give daddy head, head, head
Dont be cruel Do whacha No you need to do
Dont be scared give daddy head, head, head
Whats up! It's about determination baby, if you don't know what that is, then you probably aint got shit cause it takes determination in this game.
[Chorus: x2]
Determination I live for the pain Determination is the name of this game
Determination is my claim to fame Determination is reason niggas know my name
[Verse 1: Sheldon m. Davis]
Determination I do not quit haters talk but I don't hear that shit,
And a bitch nigga get for real I was born and raised in duval Jacksonville
From Florida to Carolina I put in work all the help I ever got was inside my shirt
I could trust nobody but my own self I spent my own money to create my wealth
2 3 4 and I'm still on the grind and aint nobody gone get shit if I don't get mine
You out of time aint no need to explain fuck boys get fucked nigga that's the game
I make a dollar out of nothing but what I say I can create or destroy any day
I'm slow to speak I need to know if you weak I listen close to hear a bitch when you speak
When a nigga tell me something I aint quick to respect it
I watch 'em for a while sit back and die sect it.
I watch the game cause I know this shit I seen a rich nigga be a broke nigga o so quick
I got so much experience that my hair is grey respect your elders nigga do what I say
And ho's get in line to take your turn to give a O.G. some head while you sweat out your perm
[Chorus: x2]
Determination I live for the pain Determination is the name of this game
Determination is my claim to fame Determination is reason niggas know my name
[Verse 2: Mike James]
Explain the hate explain the pain Mike James will remain the same Continue to shine Aint shit gone change Make this money pick up my fame When I see snow I'm on the grind Nigga like me I'm hard to find pass it over nigga this world is mine who can stop me with Daddy on my side it's about respect fuck the pride Daddy called me up said it's time to ride something inside some strong ass rhyme Determination niggas better get it right S.C.'s in this house tonight time for these cats to follow the line we been down and out and down so low we aint askin you niggas we kickin in doors.
[Chorus: x2]
Determination I live for the pain Determination is the name of this game
Determination is my claim to fame Determination is reason niggas know my name
[Sheldon M. Davis aka NAT aka Step daddy & Mike James: Talking Real Shit]
I know a lotta yall out there paying that child support dog but yall listen to the NAT
I'm a get ya back on track to where you get some of that money back. Now you gotta be a pimp and it aint no joke about that there. You gotta look at it like a real player.
So ah make sure you get up on this one put your ear to it baby. Yeah
[Chorus:]
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
[verse 1:]
I'm the Child support Pimp and I'm talking trash
I gotta fat check from her baby daddy's ass
I turned her out and she got it bad
So I get every dollar down to the last
Nigga don't get mad it's just a new game
If you pimpin the result are the same
Pimp or be pimped and put the game to shame
Get dividends welfare fare checks fuck the fame
The game is the same it aint changed from way back
This was the seventies they'd call me sweetback
If this was the eighties they'd call me the mack
This was the nineties gee's up hoes down
2000 more Child support pimp is working your town
For my dogs the way out of child support
Damn sho aint going to family court
[Chorus:]
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
[verse 2:]
Hey Claudine I'm your garbage man
I'm the real step daddy your best friend
Call me James earl Jones wont you jump my bones
You got six kids but we still get it on in the ghetto
One knock on the door four apartments say hello
It's my girl bail to the back door
It's the first of the month so it's trippin time
Food stamps nails done and hair dew time
Don't forget that Child support check
Got her and them folks breathing down my neck
They can have my cash cause I'm getting it back
My new girl got kids she get a check
Swap this for that and I'm paying her back he's payin she
And he's getting my check how it supposed to be
And I'm getting his and its all for the love of the kids
[Chorus:]
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
The same way out is the same way in
It aint personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
[verse 3:]
He pay 200 to my girl I pay 200 to my ole girl
I break even all over the world
Child support pimp got the check Yes sir
Step daddy real daddy with a new scheme
A yard pimp always got chicks on they team
Get that cash girl hmmp! that's a dream
Child support pimp got he girl like a fiend
That nigga eating a my expense
Collecting my check to pay their rent
Government programs my money spent
I didn't even see it that's a hell of a pinch
But you can't hurt a player hard rhyme say'er
Got somebody's baby momma and I slayed her
Now I'm getting that other nigga check yes sir
Staying rent free off the next nigga
[Chorus:]
The same way out is the same way in
It aint nothing personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
The same way out is the same way in
It aint nothing personal It's bout the dividends
I worked a way out by going in
Child support pimp break even
Now you know the best offense is a good defense.
GO–GO-GO-GO-GO-Gurl Go,
GO-GO-GO-Gurl Go,
GO-GO-GO-Gurl Go O O O O
[Chorus:]
Come on, Come on, Come on Come on gurl,
Whats up gurl! Whats up gurl! Whats up gurl!, Whats up!
You a bad girl you so bad girl
The way you working you'll make the club mad girl
You so bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working girl you make the club mad girl
You a bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
You bad girl ohh you so bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
[verse 1:]
You can bounce it and you can drop it you can twerk it just keep working it
Put your back in it you know I like it got me hypnotized and I cant stop watching it
They way you doing that you gone hurt your back,
You a dime spend some time in my Cadillac
Watching TV's and DVD's of the natalac
That's the biz from duval to North South cackalac
Aint no changing that hey this your nigga Nat
O.G step dad damn sho he got your back
Wanna hit like a AK rat-tat-tat
Act the fool wit my tool gotcha on you back
Your twats hot like a 38 special wit the hammer cocked
Daddy beatin up the G-spot You Know
Yeah! I Yeah! I Yeah! I Yeah!
[Chorus:]
You a bad girl you so bad girl
The way you working you'll make the club mad girl
You so bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working girl you make the club mad girl
You a bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
You bad girl ohh you so bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
[verse 2:]
Back it up on a player you know what you do
Don't act like you do know you make my shorts grow
Freak dance some more what's your number gurl
I gotta get it be fore I hit the door gurl
You so independent and got nigga spending
But a player wit the paper damn gone get it
You just havin fun you know you the one
Your dress full of sun good lookin back buns
Go head and show me some you know you the one
Thick thighs no lie makes me buy some
Drinks at the bar sip on some liquor
You'll get loose if a player buys up the bar
But you don't want me for my money
But he Know he gotta have a lil bit paper you know
Yeah! I Yeah! I Yeah! I Yeah!
[Chorus:]
You a bad girl you so bad girl
The way you working you'll make the club mad girl
You so bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working girl you make the club mad girl
You a bad girl ohh you bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
You bad girl ohh you so bad girl
The way you working you gone make the club mad girl
Yeah that's what it is you so bad gurl
524 (June 2012
