• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Man - Big Moe
• It's About To Go Down - Big Moe
• We Da' Sh*t! - Big Moe
• Confidential Playa - Big Moe
• Po' It Up - Big Moe
• The Letter - Big Moe
• Purple Stuff - Big Moe
• Still Da Barre Baby - Big Moe
• Purple World - Big Moe
• We Won't Stop - Big Moe
• Cash - Big Moe
• City Of Syrup - Big Moe
• Maan!! - Big Moe
• I'LL DO IT - Big Moe
• Get Back - Big Moe
• Choppaz - Big Moe
• Barre Baby - Big Moe
• We Da' Shit - Big Moe
• When I - Big Moe
• Thug Thang - Big Moe
• Throwedsville - Big Moe
• Shorty - Big Moe
• S.u.c. - Big Moe
• Purple Stuff (Remix) - Big Moe
• Payin' Dues - Big Moe
• Parlay - Big Moe
• My Girl - Big Moe
• Move Around - Big Moe
• Mashin' For Mine - Big Moe
• Just a Dog - Big Moe
• I Wonder - Big Moe
• Hell Yeah - Big Moe
• Get Lonely Too - Big Moe
• Freestyle (june 27) - Big Moe
• Feel Me - Big Moe
• Dime Piece - Big Moe
• Big M.o.e - Big Moe
• Bang Screw - Big Moe

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High Albums.
Spring Is Alive
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
Over a hundred years ago
We came to Carolina
Far across the water
It's a long hard road
With little more than courage
We came seeking independence
A little less than nothin'
Is a heavy load
From the heather of the highlands
We have found the Smokie Mountains
Hard work and simple ways
And life is good
life is good
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
You Are
You are every morning sunrise
You are every rain
You are every peal of laughter
You are every cry of pain
You are all the summer flowers
You are all the falling leaves
You are everyone rejoicing
You are everyone who greaves
You are all my unknown secrets
You are all my hidden fears
You are known in lover's kisses
You are seen in childhood tears
You are where the stars are shining
You are where the rainbow ends
You are why the war is over
You are how the peace begins
Whisper the Wind
Whisper the wind over the water
Whisper the wind all through the night
Whisper the wind along the canyon
Whisper the wind into the night
Whisper the wind Brothers and sisters
Whisper the wind all the same
Whisper the wind love one another
Whisper the wind your precious name
Spring Is Alive (Reprise)
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
Over a hundred years ago
We came to Carolina
Far across the water
It's a long hard road
With little more than courage
We came seeking independence
A little less than nothin'
Is a heavy load
From the heather of the highlands
We have found the Smokie Mountains
Hard work and simple ways
And life is good
life is good
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
Words and music by John Denver
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different
Directions Album, and has also been released on The Gift You Are and The John
Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High Albums.
Spring Is Alive
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
Over a hundred years ago
We came to Carolina
Far across the water
It's a long hard road
With little more than courage
We came seeking independence
A little less than nothin'
Is a heavy load
From the heather to the highlands
We have found the Smokie Mountains
Hard work and simple ways
And life is good
life is good
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
You Are
You are every morning sunrise
You are every rain
You are every peal of laughter
You are every cry of pain
You are all the summer flowers
You are all the falling leaves
You are everyone rejoicing
You are everyone who greaves
You are all my unknown secrets
You are all my hidden fears
You are known in lover's kisses
You are seen in childhood tears
You are where the stars are shining
You are where the rainbow ends
You are why the war is over
You are how the peace begins
Whisper the Wind
Whisper the wind over the water
Whisper the wind all through the night
Whisper the wind along the canyon
Whisper the wind into the night
Whisper the wind Brothers and sisters
Whisper the wind all the same
Whisper the wind love one another
Whisper the wind your precious name
Spring Is Alive (Reprise)
Spring is alive
In Carolina
Deep in the forest
Where the foxfire glows
High on a mountain
Down in a holler
Thunder and lightning
So it goes
So it goes
So it goes
Words and music by John Denver

If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down
As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet
Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots
Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot
Plot all day boss hogging for position
Street game all in your face watch the Rolex cushion
Heavy weighter, I'm the champ, Mr. Three-Two
Really though big baby and it's 2002
Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo, I'm boy hard
Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar
Swangers on my guard in a old school
I'm a goddamn fool, start to busting with the two
Fresh braided player made it, deuce out the roof
Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose
Ain't no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it
Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down
Cash me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch
Watch her get a China face-lift
Gear shift, we performing up in the land
Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams
All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight
Watch us be the star traction and a harder night
More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold
Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze
These hoes, all on a nigga dick 'cause I'm young, fly and rich
Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain't worried about the laws
Hoes whisper to each other girl, I think he played ball
No bitch, I'm just a rapper out the hood
And I'm wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good
Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets
If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down
When I hit the scene, I'm crispy clean
I got a box of dough nuts from Crispy Creme
Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit
Hell yeah I'm the shit, look at my wrists
I roll up a philly, roll up a philly
Head to the town and watch Third Ward Billy
Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank
Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank
I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that
Go to the Papa Do's yeah I'm gone tip that
It's Lil' Flip I'm a million dollar star
Blue, black or red don't touch my car, uh
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)
Say it's about to go down
I'm shook up, I'm looking throwed
Gucci wardrobe to match the Gucci soles
Gucci hoes and hop out the SL
I'm popped up and sliding on Sprewell
We sell, everything you need
Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling TV's
Moe and me, we have been a lot
Looking for some head in a little bitty shop
On top, on wrist rock it's going down
H-Town, South Side, third ward bound
Pulled up acting and class so they'll know
The south on shine 'cause we ain't broke no more
If you thugging in the club
(Thugging in the club)
And you rolling on dubs
(Rolling on dubs)
You ain't tripping, showing love
(And showing love)
Say it's about to go down
You got money in your city
(Money in your city)
And the mamas looking pretty
(Mamas looking pretty)
If you feeling what I'm feeling
(Feeling what I'm feeling)

Uh...yeah, that's alright
Lend us a voice in this howling night
Just about a month ago
You made a promise, babe
Not to go
Yes, you did now
You were the heart and soul
One to the nightfall
One to the stars
One to the haunted fools we are
One to remember
One to recall
One to acknowledge
Just how sweet it was, yeah
Just about a month ago
You make a promise
Ain't that so
Yes, you did now
Into this howling night
You got
You got
You got
You got me so
You got me so low
I wouldn't lie, babe - not again
It's such a crime
To while away my time
Little babe
One to remember
One to recall
One to acknowledge
Just how sweet it was
We were so happy
We were okay
We let our good thing, honey
Just slip away
Lend us a voice in this howling
night

I'm still a playa, a confidential playa
I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin'
But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right so let me live my life
Lord knows I had my share of doin' the wrong things
But a bonafide playa that finds the life in me
Casualties make us cry but still we got to mash
Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind up on my cash
Penetrate, finish last, maintain a steady pace
Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face
In this last rat race, the lord some's got to come
Shrivel my signature, I call it rapping refunds
The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends
The ones that ride it out ain't gone always be your kin
But then you got to know, if it's yours you gone get it
But also you got to know that everyday ain't terrific
Specific about your plans, keep it real with your fans
Watchin' my baby boy grow to be a young man
My daughter got to know from the jump, you a queen
And fuck what them niggas say you, tell them your daddy is a king and
I'm still a playa, a confidential playa
I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin'
But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life
Every time I look around
These haters, they be talkin' down
Big Moe doesn't bring more light
I even had a, had a harder time
But I'm still here, still goin' strong
You can't believe what you hear in the song
About the year two, triple O, three
Whole wide world sippin', drank with me
I got money but I'm still a little stressed
I thank the Lord 'cause you know I'm the best
A little love set with the press
Why you want less 'cause through [Incomprehensible]
I guess it's best for me to stay calm
And hold it down till the day that I'm gone
I got a white cup in my palm
Feel what a peach crush, Mo Yo's just a
Playa, playa, playa, playa
Money, the rule to all evil, that's what I need
Between the hours of 3 to 7, that's when I bleed
Motherfuckers gone makin' the block hot, so I stay and move around
Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stackin' paper, it's goin' down
Break the shop of a nigga that's short stoppin' my change
But me and him to the fullest, duckin' bullets at close range
Feelin' crazy like I'm a lose my life to a bitch nigga
But while I'm here, I be a rich nigga
Nephews and nieces, nice, cool clothes and chains and pieces
I break bread with my family when my record releases
Besides skills in the west, nigga got mouths to feed
Anythin' against the grain, just light a finger spot over seas
Saturday mornin' as a youngster, I ain't have no bike
And I ain't have no Nikes but in the triple I'ma have more ice
Around my neck and my wrist with fern doors
Z-Ro, confidentially your's a playa
I'm still a playa, a confidential playa
I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin'

Po'it up baby
Let'ssip
Sip with Moe
Let's po' some mo'
Back do
[Chorus: H.A.W.K., Z-Ro, Big Moe]
[HA.W.K., Z-Ro, Big Moe]
Po' it up
[Big Moe]
Yeah eh yeah
[HA.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
Let yo mind be free
[Big Moe]
AH let me free yeah
[HA.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
Sippin' drank wit M-O-E
[Big Moe]
Sip wit Moe
[HA.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
Po' a fo
[Big Moe]
Po' a foooo
[HA.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
Back do some mo'
[Big Moe]
Yeah eh yeah
[HA.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
On the South Side weeee鈥?.
[Verse 1:H.A.W.K.]
While I'm smokin' and leanin
Hatas plottin' and schemin'
None sippas be fiendin' like a vagina for semen
Do you know the feelin'
Of how it feels to lean
Now don't cough syrup
Or barre promethazine
Wit some sticky green
And po' up an eight
In a Orange Sunkist
Or a Welch's Grape
Sip the skee taste
Hit the blunts ya rolled up
And grab a firm grip of dat hundred dolla cup
Maan hold up
Share some wit ya buddies
Don't hit Big Moe cous
Cause it's too muddy
Big Red lookin' bloody like a blood transfusion
And too much drank can cause an illusion
Make ya knees get weak
And ya eyes get hazy
And ya mouth wide open now ya lookin' crazy
Drank makes ya laazzyyy
Jus ask the Barre Baby
He still stand tall wit a vigilate
Po' it up
[Chorus: H.A.W.K., Z-Ro, Big Moe]
[Verse 2:Big Moe]
Well I woke up
Ready this mornin'
Still throwed from the night befo' a playa was a young'n
I got out of my bed peeped out of my window
I see my partna fulla tray
Smokin' on hay
That's the way it go when we ballin' parlay
So I got up and I hopped in the shower
Ya know a big dude like to smell good
So I took about an hour
A wit da cherry out da say
Got a playa bald fade
That's the way it go when a playa stay paid
Threw on a crease
Wit a platinum piece
Befo' I hit the sweets gotta grab my PT
Yeeaaaahhhhh
[Chorus: H.A.W.K., Z-Ro, Big Moe]
[Big Moe]
AH do ya thang
AH do ya tha-ang
Yeah
Blue moon blue moooon
Keep it funky baby
AH keep it funky baby
Z-Ro
Z-Rooooo
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Showin' up poin' up
Plus we blowin up the scene
Sticky green and promethazine
For da glow wit bubble beam
A nigga be swervin' in and out the lane
Fightin' sleep
Wit a two-liter ah Big Red
Stayin' nin time like sweet
Or deep up in a Mazarati
Cause screens turn dang
I be solo when I po' up and I mix and I shake
Than I'm headin' for the tray
Hollin'
"Moe I done bought an eighty."
Lookin' to get some Moe wit da Drank Baby
It ain't no if's, and's, probably a maybe
It's fo sho we gone be leanin' on a regular body daily
Faces I wreck faces and swallow skee tastes
While I'm sleepin' plenty places talkin' like I jus got braces
Neva be catchin' cases cause I stay on my note
I got a partna named Big Gup and ya know he got my fo'
We be sippin and smokin' with an attempt to stay high
With a lotta ????? so I gotta stay fly
Po'it up
[Chorus: H.A.W.K. Z-Ro, Big Moe]
[Big Moe]
Oh aaaaah oh ahhhhhhh oh ahhhhh oh ahhhhh oh
Po'up wit Moooooooe
We gone drank a gallon

KnowI'mtalkingbout, trying to get these on paper ma, let you know
I'm out here trying to make it happen for me and you baby, feel me
(Chorus)
Baby girl I'm sending this letter to you
Just to let you know you're still my baby boo
[Big Moe]
Lately I've been on the road
Can't say when I'm coming home
In and out the studio
That's the way the business go
Dealing with these bitches and niggas you never know
How this shit would end up like would end up after the show
By the way you smoke without a day
Got caught up on the highway
The cops tried to take me away
They weren't trying to hear what I had to say
I said these cops wouldn't let him go, we don't move no snow
I don't see what they see reason takes, my new tour
Search for us, never let us go
Cause he didn't find what he was looking for
Situation could of gotten out of control
But we made it through now it's time to roll
State to state to state we make so much of this hate
It's always strange to see what jealousy can create
[Enjoli]
Say boo you know it's real if you don't come home
When I call your phone ain't no plex in my tone
Hold this shit down leave your plex at home
Ain't bugging ain't tripping put you in the sex zone
When you hit the streets I know you giving them hell
Hit the studio make your pockets swell
Nigga knock but don't stop baby go on and mash
I'm down with my nigga we gone forever last
You chose me I chose you I ain't worried about no hoes
Got my name in your mouth don't let your mouth fall low
To a diamond baby, now go on and shine
I be here I'm you not so uh, smile for me now
(talking)
KnowI'msaying boo, I ain't really tripping on you
Just keep it real with me, you a real nigga and all
So I could wait for you to come home
I know you remember that I wonder
Let me hit you right back with another one
(Big Moe)
One more - 11x
[Big Moe]
I'm gone mourn my partner Screw, to let y'all know
That I miss your touch on me, take you as a fool
(Big Moe talking)
I know y'all miss someone out there man knowI'msyaing
Close might as well reminisce, can't stay putting it down man
Ain't nothing but music man, got to stack that, knowI'msaying
Representing for that South, Southside my, my side

Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me
It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
Now see it started back in seventy-fo', Teri gave life to Moe
See momma was a hustler, daddy was a buster, y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
Things done changed, diamond rangs
Man it's funny how things done changed
I hooked up with that DJ Screw
He slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you wanna know what's in my cup
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Now now now
That 'Purple Stuff', that Houston soda in my cup
Now I'm behind the wheel, catch the wood, I'm done
Under the influence of bar
Drank stains on my FUBU and I still feel like a star
Now I'm a go up behind the wheel cause I done woke up
Wrapped around a pole and took a sip from my cup
Now I can't slip up, clipper
Catch a playa leanin impa-uh, one up in the trunk
Now now hut, two, three to da fo'
I done slammed up the fo' wit a Crush Pineapple
Gotti gon' last long but I ain't sippin wit dat bowl
Drinkin at the bar baby I be way too throwed
And I guess a playa had about enough
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

there's a feeling coming over
getting bigger
growing stronger every day
you can't turn your face or hide
your head
but it's not gonna go away
with a little bit of caring
we can get it back to where it
used to be
but if we take and if we take
then take some
more we'll shake the nature
from the tree
as we walk this world alone
only love can bring us home
millions of children are born
into hunger
only love can bring us home
I can see it ever clearer now
in letters written big upn the wall
that of we don't ease up a
little on the earth
we're gonna take a major fall
so if you're looking down and listening
we could use a heapin'
helping from above
because a hundred tons of hate
can be negated
with a little bit of love
as we walk this world alone
only love can bring us home
millions of children are born
into hunger
only love can bring us home
poor is the man who walks on is own
some day we'll learn that our
wells can be
emptied and only love can bring us home

Sunrise creeping through my window
Thought that I could make it on my own
But sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I know that I was wrong
Somehow I was made for you
But has it been too long
Sometimes love makes it
Sometimes love dies
Somewhere in the middle I wait for you to arrive
Moonlight draped across my shoulders
No time for understanding you
Still sometimes I miss you
And now I know that I was wrong
And somehow I was made for you
But I know it's been too long
Sometimes love makes it
Sometimes love dies
Somewhere in the middle I wait for you to arrive

Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth
I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house
[Z-Ro]
Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone
[Big Moe]
Stankin and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones
Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder
Crushing these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar
Bear, I swear, you better beware
I'ma let it go leaving bout spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me
Cause I done mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get down and mash
I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that, ain't nobody
Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at get your wig peeled back
M, my inventions, stay out of mine
Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
H-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
D-Town streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Louisana streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
[Z-Ro]
I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot
Don't come around here with no plex, fuck around
And pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dome smooth off your neck
To my people when I call collect my fond money under my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head
Hell naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself
Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping cause we down
Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and open you up just like a big slash
[Chorus]
Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
New York streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
? streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Florida streets, shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
[Dirty &]
We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites
Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype
Full of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite
And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames
Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain
Who run trains till they off the track, wolfpack
Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies back
We got money stacks, homes and lacs
Farms and gats for any ?tom dick hairy and jack?
Who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back
We can do it like this and we can do it like that
Crack your hands high here's your skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we won't stop
[Chorus]
Memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
Detroit streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Dirty Third streets shermed out soldiers on the block

I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South side bitch I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the South side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe
I'ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking sleeping off, you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick
It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South side
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Ain't gone stop to the T O P
I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E
My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check
If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook
It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down cool
With my nigga what Blue U
Out the South side, M-O-E a damn fool
With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked
It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room
At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be fucking
It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
My nigga King One, let's have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard
My nigga High G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck shop tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip
I love old school cars, with candy ass paint
Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake
You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass nigga
And now since the eighties, putting niggas down
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar
Coming through the record company, want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no dick
And I ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked
'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts
I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
Drinking on Hennessey, bitch you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga

[Big Moe]
Well it ain't no plex with the East and the West
With plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest
So leave your pistol at home cause we ain't trying to go to war
The common denominator in the sitution
is barre like a star you can shine with
Roll on 20's and smoke pine with me
C'mon and try to leave your mind with me
Steady be sellin, celebratin, for payin our dues
With so much drank in my cup the soda water don't even move
I's a playa can't associate with the plexin
Bone hard, bitch, Mo City, Texas
And a veteran don't get me wrong cause put you a glass
Pour you a glass instead of beating on your ass
Take a chill pill bill
Blow some kill pop the steal
Since we won't ba seen
Sippin syrup till we leave
From the dirty-third coast it ain't no roach a G
So fill your cup up to the brim and have a toast with me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
All I wanna do, is bang screw
In my dirty-third, city of syrup
Bang Screw
[Big Moe]
Big Moe don steped in (2X)
I done knocked out twins (2X)
Moe-yo comin down I'm throwed
Ballin outta control it's Big Moe
I'ma let you know (2X)
I done let the po 4 (2X)
Can't nobody sip mo than moe-yo
It's Big Moe drank baby
I done came down (2X)
Up out H-Town (2X)
And you know I'm throwed a G
The M-O-E cocked up on three
I'm comin down threw in my day moe-yooooo
Screwwwyeah
Moe comin down made that candy wet moe-yoooo
Said a moeoooo
Big Mow ridin down on chrome
Y2K with my headlights on
Crossin threw the yellowstone
Bout to scoop me a yellowbone
Po six and my stop one
Time for me to pay my phone
Hatta'z better leave Moe alone
In other words just sing the song
Chorus
[Big Moe]
In the city of syrup we like to jam music slow
Still come up substance make them hit the floor
84's and vouls with the freshes on my lows
Specialy on the fours doors
Bump the strape againts rows
Flosh low concert looking like a lumber yard
Waving my trunk up and down the boulevard
Charge the platinum card and the visa to the max!!!
Still won't get no sleep till my click see some cacs
Cadillacs and six packs we guys bangin screw
Click click clack, get yor wimp ass threw
Payin do's and stayin tru is the rule of the game
On top of the food chains
Bangin screw it won't change for nothin

I done hit the pint to the head like Maan!!
Comin' down gotta potent ass purple Sprite Maan!!
I hit tha boulevard red wit me tight like Maan!!
I hit tha boulevard man an I outta sight Maan!!
I dun took my gallon 2 tha whole head like Maan!!
Sippin' potent ass drank I ain't sca'ed like Maan!!
Them hatin' ass niggaz they be dead like Maan!!
Moe comin' down drank i dun spread like Maan!!
Comin' down real 4 my Texas fo' squash plexin'
Bought my car Lexus Maan!! I 'bout to wreck it
It's dat Moe-torola South'z a money folda
Man I told ya befo' my ?(Maan!!) a dime holda
In a drain man million dolla stain hit tha boulevard
Moe-yo gon spread rain(Maan!!)
I can spread drank man i'm sqeackin out tha barre
I'm rollin' foreign car drank in my jelly jar
What'z up Noke D. what'z up Dolla Bill(Maan!!)
I'm higher than a hill I'm bout to throw my grill
What'z up to tha Darren what'z up to my niggaz
I'm down to pull tha trigga 4 tha major figga
Fuck Hilfiger FUBU shirt(Maan!!)
It'z tha Moe on tha mic I'm hittin' where it hurt
U can't fuck wit a G Big Pokey he's my kinfolk til I D.I.E.
S.U.C Wreckshop Family(Maan!!)
I hit tha boulevard top down fearin' uhh Maan!!
Chorus:E.S.G.
All my G'z in H-Town like Maan!!
Dallas ballaz puttin down like Maan!!
Where my Shreveport mangaz say Maan!!
All my Austin, Texas swangaz say Maan!!
Where ya'll at in Lil' Rock say Maan!!
A.T.L. ya don't stop like Maan!!
New Orleans bling bling like Maan!!
Wach Wreckshop do a thing like Maan!!
[E.S.G.]
I hit tha showroom flo' I live tha thug life
I want tha coupe to do twenties and kits my screens lit
Watchin' beach party flick 2 patnaz takin turn I'ma Maan!!
10 thousand on my rist I'm da boss
Told me take my chain off let my body defrost
Fill like a frozen(Maan!!) Da chosen(Maan!!)
14 on my neck 5 thousand on my hand like Maan!!
Man I chop block like fanz man
See my perpellas when I land
Hoppin' outta candy helicopta E.S.G. wreckshoppa
Fat lady gon' sing tha opera
It's over (Maan!!) I thought I told ya
Me & Moe-torola SOUTHSIDE SOULJA
And dat Poe-torola screwed-up clicksta
Call me E.S.G. tha freestyle fuckin' fricta Maan!!
[Big Pokey]
I'ma jump up in this thang u see I'ma sayin'
I ain't gon' stop 'cause this Sen-say 4 sho
Hittin' tha do' and bond to wreck it showin' nutin' but naked
But boyz respect 'cause I'm tha Maan!!
Pushin' a Benz or Lex-land painted tan
18'z kickin' in tha ass like Jackie Chan or that Tae-bo
See that Hydro that's all I blow and ask that Big Moe
Push a 4-do' repre tha logo u know it'z me
Bite tha mic arr bitch I'ma G see
Won't stop I set up shop then I wreck it
Show ass naked mob-style protected
Sen-say don't play won't play
Never did pop the lid on the pint
Turn it upside down and I'ma sip it
Gimme a kelo and I'ma whip it ship it
Distributed just like tapes
When I touch tha track tha track bein' rape Maan!!
A gorilla untame nigga know my name
Sen-say uh Maan!!
Chrous:E.S.G.
All my G'z dat'z stackin' endz say Maan!!
All my ballaz in tha pen' say Maan!!
Where ya'll at in S.A. say Maan!!
California all day say Maan!!
Crooklyn Queens let me hear u say Maan!!
Jersey fellas let me hear u say Maan!!
Florida killaz let me hear u say Maan!!
Tampa dealaz Miami say Maan!!
Shreveport Monroe say Maan!!
Alexandria P.A. say Maan!!
What ya'll think it'z us skillz say Maan!!

Say girl, I'm just here to let you know whatever you need
I got you, youknowI'msaying
And that ain't because I'm a trick
That's just because through all the hard times you stayed down for a player
YouknowI'msaying, so I got to respect you for the queen you are
YouknowI'msaying, and I'ma treat you like a shining star
That's for real, coming from Lil' O
[Lil' O]
I'm thinking about the hard times I had boo
Like when I had to borrow change I had to ask you
See when a player had nothing I still had you
And you stayed down and it wasn't cause you had to
That's why I'm glad to, buy you things like diamond rings
Take you to the market to design your jeans
Expose your whole world to the finer things
Or put you in a drop benz sticky lime green
And that's all because you ain't do no popping
Girls hate you like bad food I got this bar rocking
But fuck them broads tell them we goin shopping
And when they see you 'sachi'd down, don't start jocking
See when I was down, where was my pals
They didn't come around it was me and my gal
That's why I don't hang it cats, niggas play it foul
But for you, I'll do anything just ask, that's my style
(Chorus: Lil' O & (Big Moe)
So if you ever need some change (I'll do it)
Since you was there throuh the pain (I'll do it)
Since you stood through the rain (I'll do it)
And baby money ain't a thang (I'll do it)
So if you need your rent paid (I'll do it)
Need your wardrobe laid (I'll do it)
You wanna chill all day (I'll do it)
All you got to do is say it and (I'll do it)
[Big Moe]
When the going got tough, you got tough with me
Through the thick and thin you stuck with me
And even though we're not living in luxury
Stay bubbled a player to come up with me
And I remember all my days in jail
Running my business from outside my cell
Look in my kitchen and try to use my scale
You even caught a case trying to make my bail
I don't want another woman cause you're all I need
When I post up my script you break down in greed
And I always appreciate your love
You even let me run the streets with my thugs
Even went to hit the streets with my drugs
Penitentiary chances, anything you need
Baby I can provide, all of these circumstances
(Chorus)
Since you was there throuh the pain (I'll do it)
Since you stood through the rain (I'll do it)
And baby money ain't a thang (I'll do it)
So if you need your rent paid (I'll do it)
Need your wardrobe laid (I'll do it)
You wanna chill all day (I'll do it)
All you got to do is say it and (I'll do it)
[Dirty $]
From the start you were my one trusted, much repect
It's amazing how we connect, I'd be a fool to neglect you
I'd do whatever it takes to protect you
If you ever need me call and I'll be there in a sec., boo
When I was flat on my ass you gave me your last
When your people talk trash, you take it in stride
And just reply with a laugh, this hater on enhanced
Still thinking that a player spitting game trying to stab
Trying to slam couldn't create demonstrate between you and me
Now my glass half full no longer half empty
Boys envy, chicks just might tempt me
But I see, his and her plates on bentleys and jewels
In our future, tell me baby boo does this prada suit you
Then pack your shoe, till the virign not last
Anything you want, I'll do it cause of the past
(Chorus)
So if you ever need some change (I'll do it)
Since you was there throuh the pain (I'll do it)
Since you stood through the rain (I'll do it)
And baby money ain't a thang (I'll do it)
So if you need your rent paid (I'll do it)
Need your wardrobe laid (I'll do it)
You wanna chill all day (I'll do it)
All you got to do is say it and (I'll do it)
(Big Moe)
I'll do anything, you want me to do, yeah
I'll do, I'll do, I'll do anything
I'll do anything, you want me to do, yeah

And another one
[And another one]
Chorus [Big Moe] 2x
Get back Get back
All you haters trying to get my stash [trying to get my stash]
Step back Step back
I ain't taking no set back
Verse 1 [Lil' O]
Niggas want to x out O like tic tac toe
Cause I'm the type of cat that get that doe
Get them bricks
Hit the streets grind hard and get that six
Them broads try to fuck i'll get that bitch
I'll get her skirt
I'm not the big tymers but I got that work
And when I hop out in a bentley then it's got to hurt
I drop the top on you boys until the dances shirt
I'm fat rat with da cheese main
What you know about going over seas main
Blowing trees and the bricks pushing v's main
Me and Moe we ain't tripping it's a g thang
You got to love it Ipushed and shoved it just to get in the doe
That's like I pushed and shoved just it just to get in your hoe
To the boys talking bout you gon wet Lil' O
So I ain't playin games no moe
And that's for real
[Chorus]
Verse 2 [Big Moe]
As I sank back to the days of struggle
Life has been tussle but I always had a hussle
Sippin gallons of tussen Ain't no time for discussion
All theses hatas mad cause they gals be lusting
And my gator on buttons popped up blowing doz{doza}
Foe foe in my lap make her drop and hit the floor
B-i-g- M-o-e feel me
Heavyweighting and regulating all through South c
Boujer to concrete brang us the noochie
Everybody knew me as I wrecked on screw beats ohh wee
We came to far to set back
Get back I pull out my nine and wet back
[Chorus]
Verse 3 [H.A.W.K.]
Back Back playa raise up off me
Shit that a stick is hotter than a cup of coffee
Your mistakes a cost me when you messing with my stash
Sixteen[16] get crush if we're on the same track
How you feel about that it's not fiction or fact
When I add or subtract comes back plus tax
Your minor setback leads to major combat
Improper contact leads to mortal combat
Hole in your starter hat and your skull gets cracked
Now I walked all on you like you're a doormat
Two hataz I break half squash yall chit chat
If your patna is real he'll never turn his back
I know this for a format add needs to teachings
Mess with my stash and you gon be a quadrule preaching
You better belive it don't mess with my fade

(D-Gotti talking)
We Po'ed up, we showed up
And we still rolling on choppas
It ain't stoping know what im talking about
It's D-goti, wreckshop to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my trunk is knockin'
Felling my FUBU
Hollering what it do
Hitting circles throug the lot like im in a hula-hoop
Who the crew that stang these streets like bees
We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas
Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo
In a wide body Benz-O going bout 4
Oh, the ex-o just hit me where it hurt
Im bout to jump down and flirt
And get up some skirts
Let the ice do the work
Put us up in the dentist
After we hit the lenards till they know who sent us
You can fuck
But your ass can't stay and drank drank
Next morning we hooked up eating breakfast at the Frank's
Doing the same thing we did the day before
Choppin the sceene and knocking down bad hoe's
(Chorus)
Chop-pas
Rolling in my candy red car
Roling on Chop-pas
Sippin a big daddy cup of barre
Chop-pas
I Gotta feel that Mo-yo
Crawling through these city streets
Sippin on a what straight 4
And we rollin
(Verse 2: Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low Im a young pro
In this game I ain't lame
Rolling down on chops
Smoking on the Killer Mary Jane
Coming down freestyle, playa buck wild
Big M.O.E. is a throwed child
Im a leave lean , stack my green
Everytime you see the moe im on the codine
Im out the damn tre, a playa don't play
Bout to chop it up for them boys everyday
Choppa's, rolling on those choppa's
Cha-cha-pas
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Noke-D)
Chop Chop, When i hit the block
I told you once before that the shit won't stop
Wreckshop to the grave trunk pop make it say hey
Hello hi hey how ya doing
Put the screw in your deck Throw up yo set,
And go on break your neck cause the 20 inchs wet
And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa made
Im a let the top down let the sun hit the braids
Im a bleed these blocks till my heart beat stop
Keep the streets on lock, cause the shit be hot
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl flip flop
D-wrezay tell me how ya feel
It's all about the scrill want a billon dollar deal
Noke-Deazy tell me how do ya feel
Some get it how they love it but we get it how we feel
D-Wreck, Noke-D handle business the same
We fuck hoes and sip 4's cause we running this thang
Some thangs never change they remain the same
P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang
Rolling
(Chorus 2x)
(Big M.O.E.)
Chop chop-pas
Coming down I'm a G
Chop chop-pas
Gotta feel that M-O-E
Chop Chop-pas
Mo-yo and the Noke-D
D-Gotti rolling with Mo-yo
D-Wreck let em know we aint no hoe
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Breaking boys off in the south
Rolling on Chop Chop-pas
Drank syrup so I don't cough
Chop Chop-pas
It's Mo-yo a young G
I gotta feel Barre Baby
Wrecking these H-Town streets
Rolling on yea
(Verse 5: Big Moe)
Chop chop chop chop chop
I keep a glock cocked
For the haters Knock knock
I do the body roc make the ass end hop
What's the damn deal Moe i'm for real
Hold the microphone showing my naked skills
What's up Noke-D, what's up Skip dog
Out the south side Moe rolling Boss hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what know
Stay sipping drank
Sippin my sealed out pint
I'll beat that seal on a 4 man
Just in case im a roll with Pokey
Sippin on P P-t
All cause my partna big snoop
Sippin on Drank Gal-lon
Boys can't drank more than Moe
Drank Baby
Boys talking bout they the barre baby
I've been saying this shit since long ago
Out my momma womb I sipped a 4
Its Big Moe, Mo-yo
(Talking)

(Chorus 2x)
It's the Barre baby (huh?)
The Barre baby (who?)
The Barre baby (what?)
The Barre baby
[Verse 1]
Now for all y'all who aint heard of me
It's da M.O.E. the Barre baby
Im a south side living legend
A third ward, bone hard street veteran
It all started in 93'
High school I was a fool i was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin a foregin car through the streets of third ward
It was hard momma saw me with a case of codine
And promethazyne now im a codine fiend
And my team was the coldest everyday we rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick because the screwed up click
And im the
(Chorus 2x)
Barre Baby
The Barre baby
That M.O.E. from that S.U.C.
Barre baby
The Barre baby
Now I got the whole world sippin drank with me
[Verse 2]
Now the introduction has been made
Time to get paid, time to get laid
Time to ball and parlay
Time to smoke hay
Time for versace shades
Make my trunk wave
Time to get sprayed
This is for my niggas in the cage, living in a rage
See mo-yo done turned the page
Put down the gage, its me my mic and my stage
>From the cradle to the grave
See I keeps a bald fade
So clean and on codine and lemonade
I gotta stay paid cause im tha
(Chorus 2x)
Barre Baby
The Barre baby
That M.O.E. screaming S.U.C.
Barre baby
The Barre baby

Rolls wheels and roll over
South side dozier
[Z-Ro]
We da shit bitch
I know you smell the odor
[Big Moe]
These boys raise hell push a V 12 motor
[Z-Ro]
We da shit bitch
I know you smell the odor
Repeat 2x
[Verse 1: E.S.G.]
Now will the freestyle kings stand up?
Hol up I'm kinda sluggish with all this lean in my cup
I'm washed up
Redrum
Sittin in 22's
Wrist is cut
Like double Japanese tattoos
I paid dues
Tell them fools
Tell them feds I'm back
Ghetto breed pit bull
I ain't scarred to scratch
I'm out the gate
Po eight
Cause I don't give a damn
HPD be lookin at me like my name was Gary Graham
Watch my trunk slam
And my crack fool
Nigga ride wit a fo fo
Bout to cock and hit you
Sue the sue
Paid my dues
Why do you be hatin on us
People wit lights
Lookin tight
Tookin the ice
He ready to bust
Switch the gus
Ounca
Diamonda
Tru to real
Hit mo green
Four fifteen
Six fifteen si real to real
Sandra hill
Sammy Sosa
I be livin la vida loca
E.S.G., Z-Ro, Big Moe
You know we takin over
[Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Repeat 2x
[Verse 2: Big Moe]
That M O E
Barre sippers can't fuck wit me
Five dollas sippin drank blunt trees
Hit a cup and a pint and I'm still not pleased
Three deep screamin S U C
Hatas betta not plex wit me
I bet you can't get next to me
I'ma throw chunk deuce and ecstasy
They try to make me lose my mind
Fuck around and make me use my nine
That's why I gotta take a cruise up town
Playa hatas jockin beef droppin ? I'll come down
Ballin out of control
And my a c blow cold
Big Moe all up in yo face
Never need a sweet taste
Knockin off codeine by the caaaaase
[Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Repeat 2x
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
Guerilla mob run deep
And I'm representin forever
Them other two bitch made niggas getting tired of heffer
I'm all alone
Bring it on
Cause I get wet till I'm drippin
Fuckin wit Z-Ro
You be dealin wit rukas while they rippin
I'm still the Mo City don
Rap game phenomenon
Playin it raw
Wit niggas changin like chameleons
Sugar coated wit fillybusters to make em dance and stuff
Ol durag wearin ass nigga wit ya pant leg up
Lookin weaker than water
I start the easy contender
Reach my fo representer
Flew over the great over point a pena
Ya betta return the favor
Cause we ain't havin that
S U C been wreckin since niggas been doin the cabbage patch
E.S.G. M O E and the A to the Z
Fuckin wit deadly niggas cocked up on three
Murder after murder wit plenty fedi in our hand
So you can keep watchin me yaaaaaa
[Chorus: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Repeat 2x
[Z-Ro]
The odor
The odor

When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
When I woke up I was in another mood
Freshened up, looked up thanking God that's who
Then I, I make my moves on the low
And everything looking lovely, everybody want to know
And I, po po's all in my face
Say I'm done hitting licks, I'm rapping to get rich
And I, I don't think it's ever gonna stop
'Cause I'ma get some hot stuff and like me dropping the top
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
Big Moe baby and everybody be listening
Except when I'm coming down top gone, you get with us
And I, I be doing what I want to do
When I pops up at my home and the finest on my crew
And I, I wear more ice than you
How I keep it so fly on my feet, when my toes hit the street
Now I'm, sitting in a large man car
Chopping up the deuce cause I'm a ghetto star
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
Said we, bang screw do what we got to do
Stay true, come down chopping in, something new, we so fly
And, Mo-yo my gal have low, cause we, time slow
Everybody know that I'm, oh no, I'm on some purple stuff
I huffed, I puffed, I blowed the dro down
Watch shoes do the who with spectacular sound
That'll make you look around school of Hard Knocks to the socks
Fresh out the parks, that's known for hot blocks
'Cause players get changed so I focused
Affiliated with the game, sitting inches from the ground
Now I'm holding, rolling, want up in the lane
How I come from nothing to going back with change
Pitching the game, knowing that I got another chance
To be, fronting on dubs, stretched shirt down pants
Now I alert y'all to the dance floor, I clap hands
Doing what I want in my 64 with people saying
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do
Stay true and I'm gone bang my screw
When I, pull out the drop, the sun is hot
And you know I'm feeling hot
And I, I'm gone, do what I got to do

Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back
Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back
Gotti we gone slide down swang wide
(Aight)
We gone ride gray or peanut butter buck eyed
Then we gone tip toe, so slow
We gone wreck the slab for the dirty third coast
Hell we gone post up, on the lot
Fifth drop screens lit, trunk pop
Stash spot, cash box, on vogue socks
Old shoes chrome laces giving haters blues
Banging what Screw, tell me what it do
Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true
I'ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty, chitty chop
With the stash unlocked, trunks staying hot
HA, green sticky la, deep in the shop
Cardiac kicking times
It's a party baby bounce, bounce sugar hit the flo'
I'm on the cool up in the fo', in the newest Gucci clothes
'Bout to drop it to the door, baguettes touching my navel
Body rocking kinda slutty, served out like label
We got, a stable full of pop
That dish the satellite and throw cable at the spot
Up on the table if it's able to get wet like a mop
And after we wreck the spot we can just ride
Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back
Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back
I'ma do it like this, I'ma do it like that
I can hit it from the front
(Or I could hit it from the back)
I'ma put it in your crack, see how you act
If you like it on your knees, you could have it for a snack
I'm a fat mack, in a handy bag with a snub with 'em
Broads like the way the fat mack do his thug thizzel
When I hit 'em with my love then I got 'em
I'ma hit it from the top, I'ma put it in a bottle
I'ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova
I'ma put it in your head and I'ma set it on your shoulders
Syrup in the soda, talking bout the Barre
Foreigner car, feeling like a fallen star
'Bout the menage 'tois ain't that what that Pokey said
Never been scared, South side will leave you dead
And call me Big Meaty, call me Big Meaty
Don't come into my room if you ain't gone get freaky
Working on his boys, run through em like a tractor
Out the South side, Moe-Yo make the god damn adapter
I ain't even quit, I'm doing mighty fast
Sitting on glass, Moe-Yo showing my naked ass
It's the Moe-Yo freestyle I'm so throed
South side playa putting it down, cho-cho
Playas get chosen, like M O E
Put it in your middle yes the big body
Riding big tractor, I'm a money stacker
Out the South side Moe-Yo I'm kinda actor
Act a damn fool, on this damn tape

Ha, Southside, worldwide
Know I'm tal'n bout, hold up
[Hook]
I just want to bang my screw, and roll in my Seville
Jackers try to take my shit, so I must pack my steel
Way down here in Throwedsville, you know we keep it real
Run up trying to take my shit, and boy you might get killed
[A3]
There's a motherfucking nigga, wanna come and try to jack my shit
I'm in a Double R tech'd up, rolling with a extra clip
And if I flip the switch, then I'ma kill a bitch
And leave a nigga face down, with a extra stitch
Over here in Throwedsville, you can catch a playa flipping in a blue Seville
Hand locked up, around a wood grain wheel
And the other wrapped tight around a block of steel, we can pop that grill
If you flip your lid, treat my car like a pint to sip
I know the bitch happy, cause she hit the boulevard talking loud
Now we showing off our shining grill
Hoes like eww he think he real, don't front trick y'all know the deal
Sluts just mad, cause I'm sliding on glass
And she won't open up so they can chill, I know how you feel
But I know your plot, that's how a nigga wind up getting shot
Lay off his game, I may bring one in a vacant spot
Trying to hit the twat, but I know how them haters flow
Trying to creep up onside my do', find yourself with bullet holes
Fresh out of a chrome 4-4, naw nigga
Try to run up get dogged nigga, mad cause a playa boss hogg nigga
Swangas, Vogues, screens fall nigga
Slabbed out, riding like the laws nigga
Trying to jack me, oh no
I'm on my note, get the heat off the flo'
Dirty South we keep it sowed, cock it back and let it go
[Hook]
[Big Moe]
M-O-E, still repping S.U.C
Told you boys, can't plex with me
Swang down, in a candy
Top popped up, sitting on three's
Niggaz be watching me, just like hoes
Escalade, two blunts two O's
Six T.V.'s, up in my console
That's how Dirty South, playas stay thoed
I'm swolled, (love it mayn)
On my note, when I'm switching lanes
All y'all niggaz, trying to knock my game
Cause I got your dame, trying to rock my chain
Well move around, if you's a hater
Boss through the fog, cause a nigga playa
Infrared beam, for a perpetrator
Flee the scene, Moe see you later
One dude, came up stepping
Cause we slowed out dranked out, bang Screw
Dumb fool, I'll turn you blue
Bring your crew, and they could get it too
A gang of soldiers, who refuse to lose
Street fame, cause I paid my dues
Y'all ready for war, y'all lace your shoes
Y'all touch my car, y'all getting bruised
[Hook]
[Dirty $]
One more time, let a playa come down
Watch a playa come through, doing things a playa do
Acting bad hold the slab, wood wheel I'ma grab
Mayn it gots to be a Caddy, when I'm swinging on the Avy
L-Boots gon jam, bitches get the cab
We be crawling like a crab, chunk the deuce giving dab
Out this clap, with pop trunk crack
The fifth and the straps, Texas plates doing laps
On every inch of the map na-na, now we bout to break the bank
Riding candy paint, nigga fuck what you think
Paint gon stank, then I rank on increase
As we bang to the West, and we mob through the East
Heat kept in hands reach, leave it stashed between the seats
Cause jackers peep quick to cheat, soon as you fall asleep
On these streets, or do you still relieve with a 4-5
Swinging wide and sitting pretty, on that buck hide
Be that lead to grow on, keep a pint to po' for
Got dro to blow on, so bought that so own
Down South gon roll homes, Down South be like maan
Chrome and swangas on the sand, at the beach in Galvestan
By that bar, playas gon ball
Haters gon knock, a glock gon get em up off my jock
Know I'm saying, stop playing
[Hook]
(*talking*)
Know I'm tal'n bout, am I weak
And that's for all you hoe ass niggaz
That said I can't rap, biiiaaatch

Hey girl, what's up, you know
I been checking you out right, what
You can't tell, check this out then
This what I wanna tell you right here
[Hook: A3 & Noke D]
Hey there shorty, can I get with you
Because we came here to party, and do what playas do
I've been peeping you all night, your booty's feeling right
I ain't trying to be your man, cause a playa's down to understand
[Mafia Mike]
Baby I been peeping you, for a real hot second
I know you got a man, and I trying to disrespect him
But check it, I get the message when you tell me that you need him
But baby, I ain't trying to change your lifestyle either
Your people steady telling you, to leave dude alone
But it's hard, you just pictured a new car and a home
A new phone to talk on, when you ride down the street
Your hair stay fixed, manicures smelling sweet
To me, all that beauty poo I know that you sick
It's the small things that count, and that's what you miss
I came back to get a kiss, and to tell you good night
And to really show you, that's it's gon be iight
Kinda like Prada hot, to set the mood straight
Baby I'm your cow, gon taking you away
Ok, go on ahead and lay your head on my chest
I know that's what you want, that mean you through with all the stress
I confess
[Hook]
[Big Moe]
Shorty I've been watching you
Can you be my baby boo
We can bang Screw, all night
Floss in my Navigator, on chrome
Let me show you around my hood
Where the block stay hot, and it's all good
I'ma flip it, like a real playa should
I can't explain, what's understood
Understand, you can't be my wife
Cause I'm still young, trying to live my life
See things, that I ain't seen
I'm on a mission, trying to live my dream
We can chill, anywhere today
If it's real then it's real, baby girl why wait
My partna needs me, I ain't got time to play
I'll do anything you want, just say
[Hook]
[Tyte Eyez]
Peep game, I ain't the one to jump fly
But since I stepped through the do', you been giving me the eye
I'm trying to figure out why, a girl so thoed
Wanna mess with a nigga, that'll dig in her soul
I'm in control, let's keep it on the low
Watching your g-string, move across the dance flo'
While Moe over fo', screwed up moving slow
Only pulling bad hoes, that's down for losing clothes
I suppose, one I get up in your mind
Two, lay down then get up in your spine
Three, that's me a bonefied G
I smash and then free, that's the taste of a ski I-P
R-O miss, to lace your bubble bath, in Don P and Cris
Watch us made that switch, but I'm far from a trick

Oh, oh, yeah, pull me down, yeah, yeah
I can pull that [Incomprehensible], yeah, yeah
Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka
Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you ever saw
Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate
Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter
Squash all the chatter in the southern region
I pledge of alleigence to my niggas not breathing
We all still breathing screaming S.U.C.
And that's all for Mafios, and P A T
Niggas can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most
You boys are like bread not butter and toast
They can't even come close, they done already told ya
Like the H A W K and a screwed up soldier
Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with my click, it's the S.U.C.
And they call me, the Barre Baby
See when we floss our candy rides
Screens keep falling from the sky
Players ball and we stay true
And if you want to test my click
I pop problems what you get
S.U.C. and we god damn fools
We got that purple sticky dank
Chased with purple sticky drank
And forever we gone bang screw
Oh, it's the Screw in us
We gone represent with pride
It's the Screw in us till we die
Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with the Po, rolling with the Pokey
Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke, yeah
Devistating and motivating it's the S.U.C.
Showing and blowing up since the year 93'
Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be down
Wait to trip, on a flip through H-Town
Let's take it back, 'cause you know we love that
Poppi in the gray lay with the fifth on the back of the lac
You know we ride chrome everyday
Having the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A
I say, we crossed inside and forever we glide
And one thing's for sure man southside's riding
Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather
Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better
This a click full of G's, so we do it with these
Keep the block on pop and the ice on freeze
Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't stop
S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on
Screwed up click, gone keep it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ Screw
We gonna mourn you till we join you
And I want to say to you, without you fool
I miss my doll, man, miss my doll
We gonna sing all it out for you, baby
And it will always be there to help

Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me
It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets
Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know was sup
You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
Now see it started back in seventy-fo', Teri gave life to Moe
See momma was a hustler, daddy was a buster, y'all know how that go
I was raised Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
Things done changed, diamond rangs
Man it's funny how things done changed
I hooked up with that DJ Screw
He slowed it down, chop-chopped it too
Got blades on the bus, candy paint on the truck
If you wanna know what's in my cup
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Now now now
That 'Purple Stuff', that Houston soda in my cup
Now I'm behind the wheel, catch the wood, I'm done
Under the influence of bar
Drank stains on my FUBU and I still feel like a star
Now I'm a go up behind the wheel cause I done woke up
Wrapped around a pole and took a sip from my cup
Now I can't slip up, clipper
Catch a playa leanin impa-uh, one up in the trunk
Now now hut, two, three to da fo'
I done slammed up the fo' wit a Crush Pineapple
Gotti gon' last long but I ain't sippin wit dat bowl
Drinkin at the bar baby I be way too throwed
And I guess a playa had about enough
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll) Purple stuff, purple stuff
Purple stuff! (Purrrr-pullll)
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side

Motorola big face folder bumping grinding just to get it
3rd Ward, Texas block I bled it to rescore that's where I'm head it
The streets is watching I'm not stopping cause my bills gone keep on stacking
My ears in love from singing and rapping I love the game
But want to know what's is my change
So change the ballin I'm not stallin
I rip down everybody Chorus state to state these hoes adore us
Give us your fedi to divide among us
The shop is wrecking count your blessing if you plexing you believe in
Another family bill of bleeding
So you better ride out
[Chorus] Big Moe 1x
Dedicated to the music trying to make some cash
Motherfuckers in the street gon feel my rhythem
Feeling like I hit the top at last
I'm still on my p's and q's
Should of known better than to let me shine
Boss hawging in the game for nothing but good rhythem
I stayed down with it now the cash is mine
But I have to pay my dues
Verse 2 [D-wreck] {Big Moe}
Yep and nope an drank and smokin that's when the plan was put together
Lets wreck the streets and the storm will weather
Our platinum plaques gon make us feel better
With so much money so much money {feel so good getting paid}
So much money so much money{try to fuck over me you get sprayed}
So much money so much money{you don't really wan't to fuck around}
So much money so much money{i can pay to have living under ground}
[Chorus]1x
Verse 3 Big Moe {D-wreck}
No longer local worldwide vocals I'm trying hard to make it gravy
Customized have you seen it lately around these parts they call me drank baby
Said I O.D. they don't know me we gon still smoking and leaning
Hustling hustling juggling creamin living my life as if I dreaming
{Please don't wake me Please don't wake}
Lord please let me sip until I drown
{Cause in reality life might break me}
So when it's small world lord can I ball hey
Everyday I want fresh off the lot
Cause yours Big Moe just sign on the dot
Pull it out to get my screens install

(Ronnie Spencer)
Mmmmmm.hhhhmmmm we balling
And parlay yea Moe-yo
(Chorus:Big Moe & Ronnie rp2x)
We ball and we parlay
I told ya this time
That we top of the line
(Big Moe)
System, Navigator on the southside
We melt them trays yea hit it in the six
That purple stuff wit a cup of the mix
That sounded so throwed and believe it so throwed
I can't believe it's so slow
(Trademark)
Windows closed cruise control wit some lil doe
Bout to loose her clothes there she go
Hoe tripping again she pancaked I flipped 8
And let me flip her again
Its been a long, long time coming
But it wont be a long time for long huh
(Bridge:Big Moe)
Everytime I come around what do I see?
I see ghetto dreams coming true
Everytime I'm coming down on things
Top down everyday got to ball and parlay
(chorus)
(Big Moe)
Throw a duece when you see me Big Meezy
I make the game look easy sit up on my grind
Stay up on my toes slip-slipped out the do'
Frosty so cold like it's deep in southpole
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
(Billy Crook)
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday parlay

What's up, man you know
It's a damn shame, when your gal pull hoes for you
My girl ha feel this here, something different mayn
Peep game, my girl
[Hook - 2x]
That's my girl, dancing on the bar
Ma, baby take a charge for me
And my girl, is a real hot thang
And she catch hoes for me
[Big Moe]
That's my girl, with a red coat on
Sliding down the block, and her shoes made of chrome
She don't mind, when the hoes all bop
My baby ain't ashamed, she'll jump off the top
And I like, when she make her last spot
When I put my school head, up on fifteen knots
You, better not touch my baby girl
We just balling all night, in our own little world
[D-Gotti]
Now my girl, a sexy red with a throwed head
Northstar brain, and keep her down in my bed
Baby ain't scared, to strut her stuff in your lane
When I touches her brain, she get wet like rain
Jet down mayn, on a beautiful day
Waving my blue trunk, like we in a parade
If you lay in an escapade, when we in to winning
Don't drop the matches, on my baby's buck skin
22's tucked in, crawling for a playa
She love when Moe-Yo sing to her, getting paper
Hot we wreck the spot, and don't mind
When the fellas try to holla, cause I know baby fly
[Hook - 2x]
[Dirty $]
See my boo, don't mind being Couped up
Cause when the weekend roll around, she gets ooh stuff
When she juiced up, attitude screwed up
Leave a chip on her her shoulder, boys swear she souped up
I chunk my deuce up, cause my lady too tough
Four scoops of purple stuff, mixed in my cup ha
No matter who what, when where or how
In the middle of a crowd, baby gotta stand out
Let the top down, she don't believe in broads
Quick to snatch my boy, cause she attract the law
Ask her bout them boys, like his like your's
She is my bitch playa, part
Everytime we floss the board, is something you never saw
Not a single score, a solitary flaw
Started life as a Houpe, but now baby bulletproof

Ha, this how we gon do this straight up
This goes out to all you bitch ass niggaz
Feel that, know I'm saying, know I'm saying
I can't have you around me with that bitch shit
Straight up nigga, get the fuck away from me
Know I'm saying, this Noke D, Noke D's in here
Fuck whoever don't like me straight up
Run tell that, know what y'all could do for me for real
[Big Moe]
I'm a rider daddy, let a big nigga breathe
You the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by myself
If it wasn't for the worst, I wonder who would be left
Who really gonna hold me down
When all the chips, finally hit the ground
I had to stop, and look around
At all these new friends, I just found
Cause when I started out, singing these songs
It was me, Screw and a microphone
Slanging grey tapes, on Gravestone
All night long, sipping pints to the dome
Now I'm making hits, getting ghetto bitch
Now all these hoe ass niggaz, be up on my dick
[Chorus]
Move around
Get the fuck out my face
Move around
'Fore you make me catch a case
Move around
And get the fuck out my grill
Move around
And let a big nigga chill
[Big Moe]
See I finally realize
That the whole world is in disguise
And all the pain that's in my eyes
Came with the fame, and all the lies
And all the labels, with these deals
All in my grill, telling me about scrill
But Big Moe, still got deals
Fuck Beverly Hills, I'm still Southsive
From the cradle, to the grave
To the end of my days
I'm still gon get pay-ayed
From the block, to the top
To the last tick tock
All you roaches and you rats, won't stop
Hollin' what it do, claiming that you true
But I got my eyes focused, on you
[Chorus]
[Mr. 3-2]
Move around, beat your feet and get to walking
With all that con game, and fast talking
My dogs start barking, and things get ugly
Touching boys up, getting rough like rugby
I needs my space, so clear my atmosphere
You nothing ass fools, better get from round here
All up in my ear, I'm trying to holla at this broad
But you riding my pitbull, like menage tois
Running up on my car, wanting a contract
I ain't looking for no acts, but you bout to get slapped
To a coma, gone on a, get to stepping
Down the yellow brick road, 'fore I pull out my weapon
I done told you once, won't tell you twice
Move around playboy, shake and roll like dice
All that grabs handshakes, all that's fine
But it's a place for everything, and partna it's about time
[Chorus]
Move around
Fake ass niggaz, get out my face
Move around
Better move on down, 'fore I catch a case
Move around
Fake ass niggaz, get out my grill
Gotta move around
Let a playa just chill
Just chill, get out my grill
Old fake ass niggaz

Huh, feel this here, baby, I grind, got to stay on it
Know what I'm talking about, Moe on his grind
Huh, all the time, I even like to bump and grind
Feel that, huh, listen to this here huh, what
Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time
I'm steady, trying to hit this lick
On tip the script
Until I'm rich, put this dick off
In you bitches and you hoes
I ain't gonna let these niggas take
I'm not gonna hesitate to break
I put my chrome against your face and now it's on
Trying to get this paper on my block
I'm not gonna stop to the villain and flop
My glock stay cocked and I keep flashing shrome
One, one, two, two, two, three three three, four
Hot damn, summer in the city
Drop looking pretty, sitting on 20's
I am, Big Motorola serving the soda
Crawling through the clover
Hot damn, money in the city
Boys ain't tripping, never gave a flipping
I am, Big Casanova
Players get chosen, you know the game over
Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time
Say money, more whips and clothes
As I flow, y'all know true players get chose
So, I'm at it till the light turn loud
Might break my spine, long as I die trying
Should find go ahead, get thick as a gauge
With the hustle and tussle, baby, Noke D bringing pain
Huh, somebody said Noke you got some hot tracks
I said, "Yeah, we stay together we gone give it right back"
I want the roof capping save for the guts and snows
They playing you and no chips, so I could spot my foes
And let them know we throwed, check the lingo
Kids from the dingo with the neon glow
Pee on snow, 'cause we all know
Put the T on toes give me a trophy 'cause, 'It's murder she wrote'
Uh, you holding one slangers, game re-arrangers
Steady on the grind, it just changes
Disrespect the major boy you doing too much
Plus we done chopped it up and left them all screwed up
Chewed up and spit out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Without a doubt it's on, when Texas place touch the light to make it hot
Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time
Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money
M I N E, that be M O E me
Roll thorough the game and chop and chop
Know what I'm talking 'bout, yeah ay yeah
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Yeah ay yeah, uh, uh
M O N E Y, it's Big Moe so player fly
I like to stack my change ya know
Moe Yo, I'm gone roll, gone roll
I said money, money, money
Say money, money, money
Say money, money, money

I was at the club one night (one night)
That's when I saw some hype (saw some hype)
She looked kinda thoed to me (she looked kinda thoed yeah)
She was all up in my grill (my grill)
So I showed her my big daddy steel (big daddy steel)
I'm just a dog, don't blame me (a dog don't blame me yeah)
[Big Moe]
Rolling on a Sunday, with the top down
Hit that M-L-K, popped up show some round
Headed to a bitch, that I knew from way back
She use to be skinny, but know that ass ain't flat
She said Moe-Yo, I didn't know that you rap
I remember you singing, way back at the Jack
Race in a Delta 88, scraping plates
All up and down 2-88 (8-8)
I Said, girl you remember that shit
Me, Herms Tooley, keep it with the hitting licks
Use to have boys sick, we use to skip school
Acting a damn fool, at Gravestone and Tenshoe
It use to be you, Kiesha, Bridget and Tanesha
And your whole damn crew
Tell me what it do, are we clubbing tonight
Maxo sound thoed, Yeah we thugging tonight, iight
[Chorus]
[Big Moe]
I jumped in the gator, leaving the South Park
On the way to the crib, it was almost dark
You know a big dude, gotta hop up in the shower
I jumped up fresh, and jumped out clean
Hit the fo' for green, hit the stash for the lean
Grabbed my bling bling, screwed up around my neck
Grabbed a teck, for them boys who failed to respect
And the ones with the plex, you will get your days darkened
So move around, and watch me hit the lot without even parkin
[Chorus]
Oooh-ooh-ooooh-oh-ooooooh
[Big Moe]
Pulled up on the lot, just finished off a sweet
Dropped a hot twenty, valeted the SUV
Long line at the club, it's going down they made us back
But the big boss playa, gon pa-pass all that
That's when I noticed, you and your crew
Screaming Big Moe, can we come in with you
Hell yeah you want a G, V.I.P.
They got the whole section, roped off just for me
That's when your friends, started eyeballing me
Like she was fascinated, with the Barre Baby
One thing led to the next, it's a bit of some sex
I know I met you first, didn't mean to disrespect
But me and baby girl, had a chemistry
And I know you heard, of my history
Big Moe dog, ain't lazy with the law
I'm a lover dude, I can serve both of ya'll
[Chorus]

[Big Moe]
Huh, Wassup Boo
Maan, you stay talkin bout you're down wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm sayin?
I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and fightin man
I'm a playa type dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way,
But, you know what I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin
So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm talkin bout
So I gotta do it, so its whateva
[Chorus]
I wonder if I didn't come home
Would you still be down with me, yeah
Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I didn't come
Would you still be down with me, yeah
Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
[Verse One]
If I didn't come home
What would you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he morning
You're wrong, this is my song
And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy home
Wreckshoppin all night long
I'm ready, fire burnin
No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin
Are you down? So please don't get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I'll leave you broken
hearted
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
I let you play one time, then I knew you were mine
The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it down
You took me, and you put me under you're wings, I can't lie
Can't no other take your place, and can't a damn thang comply
I don't know if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my list
Can't no nigga or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this
Up and down, thick and thin, I was always there
Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I don't care
When you kiss me with your lips, I just fall in a daze
Me and you against the world baby, priorities are gettin paid
Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn thang changed
Showin up and pourin up, in this damn rap game
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets with your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs
You a dog, you gon rome, but always find your way home, so what
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Now if I don't come home, would you blow up my phone?
Punch holes in my styrofoam? Misplace my chrome?
Childish games in yo dome got yo mind confused
A made nigga or a fake? Now its time to choose
Many have tried my shoes, but didn't travel too far
You knew the shit that you was in before you fucked the star
Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free?
All this hustling in these streets keep all this ice on you and me
Picture how nicer it can be, private flights twice a week
Without you gripin about some freaks and how they saw me at the beach
I'll practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete
And remain to keep my business and my hustle out of reach
And now if I don't come home, would you still be down?
You are a fool, I will admit, but start practicin now
Cuz I'm still the same playa that's all about my dough
And I'm not comin home tonight, you triflin ass hoe!
[Chorus]

Hell yeah, I'm back
[Hook - 2x]
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show
(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don't stop
[Big Moe]
Hell yeah Moe thoed, yeah I get do'
Screwed Up Click, Southside still hold
And we won't fold, let the story be told
Put it down for Fat Pat, Screw and Mafio
Hell yeah I'm a G, raised in these streets
You could be the drank man, stacking P-I-N-T's
So if I fall off, and times get hard
Moe gon go back, and attack the boulevard
Hell yeah I sip fo's, might pop a X-O
Might let the sherm burn, but I'm still in control
I keep my clothes on, Moe-Yo won't get naked
Unless I'm with a fine hoe, then fa sho I'm gon wreck it
Hell yeah I'm gon protect it, I'm never naked headed
My life is too bright, this I can't be deflected
Hell yeah I'm still chunky, hell yeah they still love me
Hell yeah 'm sitting on three's, everything's still lovely
[Hook]
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show
(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don't stop
(hell yeah) I get paid (hell yeah), I get leid
(hell yeah) my candy sprayed (hell yeah), I chop blaze
(hell yeah) I get bops (hell yeah), my glock's cocked
(hell yeah) the Wreckshop, it won't stop
[D-Wreck]
Hell yeah I pull stars, hell yeah menage tois
Hell yeah I caught that charge, but I'm back on the charts
Hell yeah Wreck a rider, Wall Street insider
Pyrex cooker, sense on me provider

Don't let the, money fool you
The money fool you, too yeah
Oh, I get lonely, lonely
[Big Moe & (Mike Wilson)]
I guess you heard of my situation (I guess you heard)
I've done my share, of putting it down (share of putting it down)
But everybody needs, sexual relations (everybody needs it)
But mine just happened to be, all over H-Town (wanna be down with M-O-E)
It's a playa made occupation (playa made occupation)
3rd Coast, high society (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I just once, I wanna get down
Without being all about my do' (all about my do')
I just once, I wanna get down
With somebody who know how Big Moe roll
[Hook]
Don't let the money fool ya, Big Moe I get lonely too
Even though I got more money
You can imagine in your wildest dreams
But money don't make no happy man
[Noke D & (Mike Wilson)]
I'm the kind of player (I'm the kind of player)
That can change your world around (let me turn your world around)
I can take you from suede to gators (oooooh-ooooh-oooh)
Just as long as you stay down, you stay down
Oooooooooooooooo-oooh (oooooh)
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder oooh (I wonder)
Know that I get lonely sometimes, tired of being all by myself
I just need you to be with me girl, and nobody else yeah
[Hook]
[Big Moe & (Mike Wilson)]
I know you recognize me, I'm the Moe-Yo (that's my nigga)
I'm on your radio and TV (all you gotta do is turn the TV on)
But for all that baby, I'm gon drop me a X-O
So won't you take a little time out your day and come and sex me
Baby you and me can make a constant connection
Maybe you can come shine with me (you can bling bling)
Cause Big Motorola needs a bit of affection (affection)
I'll dig in the flesh come rolled up, that's fine with me oh baby
[Hook]
(Mike Wilson)
It goes like this, at first you can't
Let the money fool you, and you need to know

Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
Comin down the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
Its them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-mo
(D-mo)
Here I go, here I go
Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late and Ima just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they don't wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin
Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin
Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros.
(Kici)
Now we chillin, now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just got some drank from that boy with that bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
Im comin on down jammin
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leanin in they seat
Smokin swisha sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man what's up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them hoes off
Gone represent the South
Ima come through drinkin lean and I aint gonna cough
Ima let them boys know how far I can go
Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low
Keep my shit optimo in my mouth
Because they be runnin
Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin
Im comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop up on some blades
I keep a tight fade
You know Im always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a sheet
And you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Kici's jeans and a key, that's what I saw
I saw a bunch of shit
Now I be legit
Im just in the game
And the Kici aint gonna quit
Im steady steady husslin
Steady steady strugglin
Boys don't know and Im tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray ya
Let them boys know came here with tha Yungstar
And he fixin to flow, and he aint no fuckin punk
So Im fixin to pass it
Hoppin like a rabbit
Man Im comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that aint on my mind
No Im not thinkin about 9
Im thinkin bout 18
Man it's my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fuckin neckless
Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grill
Tha shit don't stop
Tha hoes gonna bop
Cause we gone come through and we got hard rock
Yep, always lookin, hooked up with tha clay, always cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in this bitch
Chillin with my partna screw
Fixin to give it to this boy
Goin flip his tounge
Man go on, go on, go strong
(Big Moe)
Heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah
Im gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down
Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me
As I slow the beat down
See the diamonds face strong
Wreckin whole H-town
Comin through and we down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellas in bikinis
Break em off for D-mo, it's his birthday and that Kici
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives
Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go out
Yes Im goin off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my hand
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swervin
Pickin em up at Sterling
Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns
And they carved in stone
I can go on
I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone
Its tha Poterola
Im a money folder
Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder
Grippin on tha grain
Cause so much pain
To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain
Watch A-Team me as I pop and I shine
Ima break em off see that Flip just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR, lay back gone recline
And they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I aint no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge
Yes be leavin them sprung
Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon please ya
Gots to wreck shop '96, I aint gone stop it
Gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it
I aint gonna even play
Im thinkin the MLK
I might just flip a four
Get crazed tip tangeray
Or be on the flip phone
These hoes be on my bone
I might just come with marble
Just to switch to teflon
These hoes be on my zipper
Im bald fade with the clippers
I might just come with Burban
I might just go and get wood strip a
I gots to go down
I gots to just wreck it
And when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect
They try to talk down
Because I gots to go through the dark
I see that boy Gregg & Wood lost in that East Park
KiKi on lock, I aint forgot
That Yungstar wreck the mic
That Screw done wrecked it up
So you know they aint gone like
How we did it, it's that boys Bday
I came what fade
Gots to sip that Tangarey
Ima steel fool
From tha Southside
We don't bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry
Im gone wreck shop
Gots to send it to that
Boys
Im a one thriller
Gots to watch tha scandal
Shop at that Randall
Hit that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandal
Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweet
Them hoes be on my dick
Be blowin up it be so neat
Don't settle for less
These don't try to impress
That's why I break em off
That new pair of Guess
I hit that Sterling
That Mervyn
Them hoes they don't know me
I might holla at Pokey
Or go and get that 40
Them boys be steady doin it
Knockin off the unit
Hit that big bay
We aint flew it
Dripped and we draped out
Know what I talkin bout
You don't see my diamonds
Cause them boys comin out
Im a take and break the mic
Yes that got me goin
Yung's steady flowin
And Im steady what blowin
Gots to pass it that Po-yo
Cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it
This aint '94 hoe
(Big Moe)
Yeaaah yeeeaaaah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
Im that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone
You know he's comin through with a pocket full of chrome
(Big Pokey) [14:16]
A nigga on a mission, steady hittin bitches
Pump steady itchin, boys steady wishin
Talkin down on a nigga name
Ima hit the boulevard grippin wood grain
19's gone be turnin, got the wood sternin
Joe in the back got the chronic and it's burnin
Smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo
Sippin on the 8, idle up the poe-poe
Ima come down wit the deuce
Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice
Sittin sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday nite I might brang me some mace, maybe OJ's
Hoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazy
Wanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my fedy
Keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly
Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got my whole click, got to come down
Ima wave trunk, Im a gone so so fine
Ima hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites
Ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, leten em boys know
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist
Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris
Movin keys, lemme chop em down
In my safe I gotta key and a pound
Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know
Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe
With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women
Got to come through real sexy, not skinny
Don't want no big fat bitch
Cant let that hoe ride with me on the switch
Gotta be playa, gotta be a star
Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre
We gone do it right, get a room later, aint no hater
Cant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater
Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill
Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed
Sittin in my vault, cases got caught
Had to come down gotta partna named Walt
That's that boy Walter, I done had a daughter
Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter
It done got cold, money done unfold
Let me come down with a wood Momo
That's the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill
House on the hill, got my mind on a mill
On a mission tryin to get rich
Down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch
All up in my face, ridin got bass
Late night on the what Screw with the Grace
Actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut
Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut
Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk
Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin
That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinkin blades and Mazarati
Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint
Windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit
Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em
Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia
Im do it right move my cheese on my pager
Beats '18, 735 with screens
Teal green, I be shootin my machine
Like a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappin
When a nigga steppin, nigga aint no preppin
In my corner cause yous a goner
Im smokin marajuana
Broke em off when I snatched my diploma
I walked across the stage
I turned the page, no more minimum wage
And my corner got paid
Kept fedy, kept it steady
My partna named Reggie
Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy
Hitin real hard, never did roid
Fat ass nigga, we'll fuck a yella broad
Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down
Swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth
Im from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked
I aint no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcano
Me and my partna Zano
Ron G, it's that grunga, steady smokin Gunja
Im a come down bunch of money
Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it
Lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission
I gots to come down, knocked off a politician
Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer
First to put some boys back in the game
Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame
Aint gone be lame, a partna named Shane
Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain
Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy
Got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy
Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
(Big Moe)
Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey
Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three
Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real
Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill
Im rollin wood grain, down that South man
Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain
Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check
(?) [20:55]
Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin
Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning
With tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes
Hit that Po on that beeper
Down to score 9
Fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block
Movin rock
Got my glock cocked
Haters wanna stop but they cant
Gotta keep a drank and Im drivin
Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
Steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
Im in this game with the birds
Have you fuckin heard
Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup
Witha gallon
Lookin for a stallion
Comin down and I got the chrome with medallion
And my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouth
Fuckin with these boys
And we could be out the South
In a bus
Blades are 19's
Po comin through and we got tha four screens
With tha VCR
And we sippin barre
Comin down tinted up, new what car
Got the woodgrain
And you know Im steady knockin
Trunk gone be poppin
Bumper unlockin
All you hear is Beep
And Im comin down swangin
Comin down, let the top up it's fixin to rain
And Im comin through and Im steady sittin sideways
My way, have to do it Friday
Im comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im comin
Grill witha woman
On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin
I aint gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plus
Boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus
Fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon
And that man pulled and we what....
(Big Moe)
Yeeeeaaaa yeeeaah
Im comin through in my hoo-doo
You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw
We comin down, and you know we down to swang & bang
Im out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hang
I don't give a damn pop trunk Im gone slam
Im comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam
Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo
Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
(Haircut Joe) [23:30]
Thought you niggas knew
Fixin to come down
Bangin and that tint
Watch me come down and I got
Form that damn bam
I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail
Steady stack my mail
Watch me come come through
Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down
And I gots to come down
Nigga just roll, lets just smoke
Watch me come down and I aint no fuckin joke
Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk
I done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunk
Rollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut Joe
Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know
Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoe
Get he fuckin money
Like it aint funny take out a bank account
Like some damn magic, what the hell happened
Don't take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin
Nigga it's the truth, charge it to the roof
A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots
But they can't step on that what nigga level
Watch me come through nigga Im a just....man hold up
(Big Moe)
I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw
You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo
We came through and we sippin on that drank barre
We comin down lookin like playas and like stars
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e
I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo
You know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew
That boy tha lean and fell on his head
We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red
You gotta feel me, that boy comin through
Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew
(D-mo)
Comin down chillin
I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe
We all goin fed, fuck goin ag
Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag
We gotta make a livin
Nigga know Im real
Jammin Screw
I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew
My nigga Adrian
I got tha Haircut Joe
Flowin in this bitch
Its this nigga D-mo
My boy from the tre
They always pay late
I got to say what'sup to my nigga named Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor
He can't handle shit, that nigga went down
Goin down real, on the Southside of town
We comin jammin screw
And we comin with my niggas
And we rollin with our crew
I got the nigga Yungstar from the South
Was wreckin this bitch
Comin down with cadillac
With big ol fuckin bumper kit
Comin down 5th wheel slammin
Hoe just fannin
Bitch Im sayin it
Cause I fucked your mamma
I fucked your cousin
I fucked that bitch
And these niggas just a fussin
Thinkin that a niggaplayamade
Didn't know I got a muthfuckin tight fade
From that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd
You know how it go
All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight
We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight
And we can get blitz
And jam some Bone
And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on
And nigga, know you feel me
I know, I know Im real
Im comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill
My diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendin
Niggas comin down, starchin down on the scene and
Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe
I wanna hear this nigga sing
On my fuckin D bro
(Big Moe) [28:11]
Chillin with my partna on his Bday
I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk
Im out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punk
Im comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pills
I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal
Im came through and ya know Im comin rollin hard
I represent that hood yeah the Tre Ward
You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene
Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine
(Kici) [28:50]
Damn, chillin with my old school crew
That's how we do, wearin Nike shoe
Big Po-yo
And a charm
And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm
When I come through bladed all popped up
We gone come on down
All these hoes
Niggaz suck my dick
Im down with my click
All that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick
That shit is kinda low
I never been a hoe
Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe
That boy be wreckin on these tapes
Im thinkin comin down
With a tight drop
With dem buck
I don't give a fuck
All them fuckin haters you know they stuck
Cause Im strapped witha 9
Im strapped witha 40
Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy
Cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack
Im stuck in this game and nigga it's like that
That's how we doin do it down here, on the Southside
Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride
Follow right behind, follow on up
We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck
All that shit, all that shit is good
And everything I have gotta be wood
All over, even in a Range Rover
Im born and raised to be a young soldier
Call me a BG
But Im scorin a key
You know Im talkin about it's that damn Kici
Im down on my knees
Im tryin to get on my feet
Cause Im just steady sellin all the keys
Come through, BMW, 96 new
Or maybe 97, 24-7 Im puttin in work
And then I got.....
Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it
Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it
(Big Moe)
I done came through after every boys flow
Im that nigga Big Ass Moe
Steady jammin my music slow
I came done through with my crew
Pop trunk in that BMW
Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs
Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang
I bring another young G in on this mic
Hes called a Yungstar, he's comin so tight
(Yungstar)
Then bring me in
My skin is my sin
Im thinkin brand new what Benz
Off the showroom
Them hoes they come soon
I gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broom
Every time they be hopin
I know they be scopin
I gots to break em off
Gots to leave they mouth open
Cause they gots to talk down
Diamond
Watch I open up my trunk
Showin nuthin but surround
Its all good
Yes they don't know
Baked potato and chive
When im hungrey hit that Long Drive
Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter
I gots to come through
Scatter
I hit that fuckin quarter, it's gone be a slaughter
We draped and dripped out
Watch I bang with my daughter
Let the top down
Im fresh off carceration
We swanger
In tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR
With the star
She come through, she know that I got car
Ima do
I got to show the 6 X 9
Gots to show
Watch that boy be reclinin
Strait pop a pill and
Kici diamond grill
Them boys is locked up
Show
When I come through
Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop
Gotta leave it smokin
Cause this game aint jokin
Ima come through TV car wide open
Come and please get me
Watch I just spray
Sippin like tha AK
Gotta clear tha block off
Tha Yungstar aint gone play
Gots to pop
I bang in your ear
I she'd so many tears
I bang R Kelly or Aliyah
Gots to drop tha top real gently
Im sippin on that jelly
I might just come through
Cause that boy be rockin steady
ESG is on lock
Them boys aint gone stop
Them boys be comin through
Im sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson
Im dressin nice
Im steady wreckin and ryhmin
Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin
Im fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours
And watch that mic get smokin
Elite, I practice what I preach
Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach
They speech on with that boy Po-yo
They don't know, that D-mo
Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow
And that boy Moe, he steady hummin
Keke said he comin
Im gone come through grill and woman
Poppin trunk with lady
I aint packin no 380
I might just come through
Movin back to the shady
I moved to Rosenberg
That shit aint what ya heard
Im a stay in Southpark
Stayin down with tha herd
Stayin down with tha cattle
I shake, then I rattle
I might just come through
Its all about that grain
Lesson
I gots to come through to young G's I be stressin
17, promethyzine, creases in my jean
Im comin through wreckin mic
Dope fiend
I aint got time for pointin no red dot
Im just bustin
I aint got time for no cap
Robitussen
We sippin that barre
TV VCR, we rentin
Incarceration
Playstation
In the what hoo-doo
I aint sellin no Zulu
I might just pop trunk now these hoes they doin Voodoo
They wanna try to stick me
The foes
Im might just come back
With Po-yo instead
Kici is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine
Its time I just chill and lay back and sip a 8
Im sittin sideway
TV on tha scrap plate
They don't hate when they see
We comin, we don't fuss
We don't even cuss

Uh, it's Noke D baby, in here with Twin & Gwin
K-Luv nah, I'm talkin' 'bout, it's 2002
What y'all gon do? Keep it real gangsta
Man, it's been a long time comin'
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Now, if you keep it real, lil' ma go on, put ya hands up
I just need some scrilla, ma go on, pull ya pants up
Now, you can stand up or you can drop down
Open up wide, lil' mama say, ey
Now, I know you throwed dime piece fa sho'
When we talkin' now, I see ya tongue ring glow
And you not like them other lil' boppaz
You kinda throwed you can break us off proper
Ain't no trippin' wit you 'cause I like what we do
It's always somethin' new, that is why you gotta
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
If you keepin' it real, go on, raise ya hands up
South Selia fellas, go on, raise ya dress up
Let ya candle dance in one stance
Turn up yo sound, let your system enhance
Now, ya know we throwed playas, don't save hoes
Candy on chrome, pop trunk on glow
Crawlin' like a gator on the dark now
Ya know I gotta pint pointed in a Sprite
Ain't no talking to the laws, the laws can kiss my balls
Don't do the speed limit when I crawl
If ya know what I'm talkin' about y'all
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Lemme tell ya how it feel when ya droppin' ya top
Pullin' up at Exxon and ya watchin' 'em bop
Makin' it hop, bringin' it not
Pullin' through the Cairo with a bad hoe drippin' ya knot
Grabbin' the glock 'cause sometimes boys be hatin'
Mad when they see young K-Luv skatin'
Down to get my cake, baby with the top reclined
Casey in the 4-door with the dot to yo spine
Toon expedition, we ain't playin' no games
We gon' park the 6, so we can floss the range
40 inch chain, so my piece can hang
Ball Kappa tennis shoes is a everyday thing
Purple stuff up in our cup we drank
While sippin' on a gallon, here's the tap we crank
Bodies feelin' good from the X we take
And pockets filled up from the mission we bring
Chunk that deuce in the air
Body rock with the H-town mayor
If you beatin' ya block and got hops on ya drop
Put ya middle fingers up in the air
I just want you to raise ya hands up high
Let me see 'em, player wave 'em left to right
I just want you to drop ya top on yo ride

Dime piece, that's what she is
Sexy sexy, sexy sexy
[Big Moe]
Fell up in the club nigga see this cutie pie
See what's going down on a Friday night
I was on a drink so a nigga feeling fine
She was over there giving up the freaky eye
Stepped to her, with the drink in my hand
Do you have a man, or do you have a girlfriend
You never know, you might be creeping
So what you think little mama you and I
I know you heard this once too many times
So what you sipping on, little Chardiney
Can I but you another drink if it's okay
(every little city I go) everybody know my name Big Moe
(you looking good head to toe)
You a dime piece baby fa sho
(Chorus - 2x)
[Big Moe]
Fell up in the club once again the next night
(What you was blowing Moe-Yo man)
Tripping on the X or jar so tight
I wish that I would of hit the light
(bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling)
She was the finest broad in the club that night
(she was like music)
[Tyte Eyez]
Baby you must be from Tennessee
Cause you the only ten, that I see
A straight up, dime piece from your head to your feet
A nigga can't help or put you in the diamonds on me
We at the bar buying drinks I'm really digging your style
Small waist, bow legged straight white pearly smile
It'll only be a while 'fore I'm getting your digits
Best believe everytime you see me, a dime with me c'mon
(Chorus - 2x)
[Isis Re]
Even though you checking me
I've been checking you too
So don't cross the law, you a dime fa sho
Baby, you so fine, so fine, so fine
[Big Moe]
Baby you a dime, a dime, a dime
(sexy, sexy)
(Chorus)
Dime piece, that's what she is
[Isis Re]
Don't cross the law, you a dime fa sho
(Chorus)
Dime piece, that's what she is
[Isis Re]
Even though you checking me
I've been checking you too
So don't cross the law

(Chorus - Big Moe)
It's Big M - O - E
It's that playa big ass Moe
Still jammin my music slow
Been a long time on my grind
But you know the barre baby stayin down
And we got the whole world screwed up
The hood love me like drank in the cup
Still a dog, still reppin my home
Candy red still rollin on chrome
I gotta fresh PT on ice, pour up with me(up with me)
If you represent ya city, let me see you throw ya sets
Up high with me(high with me)
[Verse 1 - Big Moe]
Ain't shit changed, still sippin on a fo'
Gone for a minute but I'm here to let 'em know
The barre baby still on his grind
Platinum teeth so you know I'm gon'shine
H - Town we put it down
I'm a stand up while ya boy lay down
Rep the Screwed Up Click, got the rocks up on my wrist
Dirt up in my pass, scratch them haters off my list(It's Big M - O - E)
I'm throwed in the game
Big piece and chain and I'm holdin wood grain
Candy paint drippin you can call it purple rain
Keep my head on it when I'm in the turnin lane
Boys don't test I'm on point with the aim
Like my dogg Big Pokey I'm a pitt off the chain
Got on twenty - three's so you know I J - Walk
Let the trunk bump, R.I.P to Big Hawk
(Chorus - Big Moe)
It's Big M - O - E
It's that playa big ass Moe
Still jammin my music slow
Been a long time on my grind
But you know the barre baby stayin down
And we got the whole world screwed up
The hood love me like drank in the cup
Still a dog, still reppin my home
Candy red still rollin on chrome
I gotta fresh PT on ice, pour up with me(up with me)
If you represent ya city, let me see you throw ya sets
Up high with me(high with me)
[Verse 2 - Tyte Eyez]
Huh... Na, Na
Moe got the purple drank, I got the purple dank
Go on and pour me up a cup and I'm a make it stank
This candy paint gon'make 'em faint when we hit the scene
My nigga Eddie got me ready and I'm sittin mean
On that fat chrome, I keep a gat holmes
Cause ain't no tellins when these cats wanna get they jack on
And matter of fact holmes, I'm in the turnin lane
Like P - A - T one hand on the glock, one hand on the grain
Bout to make the cielin rain while we hit the Trey
Moe done fell asleep I woke him up on M - L - K
Them hoes out today it's time to wake 'em up
He looked up and hit his cup and said...
(Chorus - Big Moe)
It's Big M - O - E
It's that playa big ass Moe
Still jammin my music slow
Been a long time on my grind
But you know the barre baby stayin down
And we got the whole world screwed up
The hood love me like drank in the cup
Still a dog, still reppin my home
Candy red still rollin on chrome
I gotta fresh PT on ice, pour up with me(up with me)
If you represent ya city, let me see you throw ya sets
Up high with me(high with me)
[Verse 3 - Dirty Dollar]
I hit that Motorola for the syrup and the soda
He said Dollar hold up me and Eyez crawlin down bout to roll up
Show up and pour mo'then a punk fo'up
With our heads in the clouds blazin this purple dro up
Makin these boys throw up - broads wanna get to know us
They just can't help but to stop, when the top relax and fold up
Know what, playas call it motivation
Haters gon'keep hatin, eighty fo's gon'keep skatin... down south
Know what I'm talkin about, reppin the House everytime I open my mouth
Reppin it right, them boys known for reppin it wrong
The H ain't been the same since the real been gone
Now it's on once again got our backs to the wind
Tippin for real ain't no need to pretend
Down till the end true to the corners we bend
It's a brand new day, and the Shop's right back again
(Chorus - Big Moe)
It's Big M - O - E
It's that playa big ass Moe
Still jammin my music slow
Been a long time on my grind
But you know the barre baby stayin down
And we got the whole world screwed up
The hood love me like drank in the cup
Still a dog, still reppin my home
Candy red still rollin on chrome
I gotta fresh PT on ice, pour up with me(up with me)
If you represent ya city, let me see you throw ya sets