the acky But if it ain't no way, then best believe I'm take it off a A Nigga with no hustle, it ain't work it yet And a bitch like that is even worse
home gotta get my niggas out Can't let my niggas sit can't let my niggas rot Gotta get my niggas out(4x) These niggas shot for me when I was broke they
' guns for the slum that they come from Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got
in conversation it comes out in a line Let it out P, what, let it out P, what Let it out P, my nigga let it out Aye yo, okay, 10 21 Atlantis Drive,
Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell It out, like you sold Kam and
put it in the air Yeah, load it on my macbook air It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned Update your passion Only reason why I be eye chattin' It
Fighting in howard beach There's no such thing as human rights When you walk the n.y.streets A cop was shot in the head by a 10 years old kid Named buddah
Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute
my relationships. I done had enough, dont know how much I can take this shit. My baby mamma peep but they can't run it to the fullest. It's because this
and I still elevate past the snakes and the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck
death Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man It's gettin' crucial out
ass in the mix Yeah, the shit gets hectic but you gots to expect it 10 years chillin' in the game, well respected But check this, some niggaz don't give it
for about 10 years or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking, all of the time 24-7 Spitting playboy rhymes I got a serious grind and it
want Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20 And I just keep on makin money I hope you don't think my story's amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
knew I'd be one of the best Every time I made a song it came out so fresh I was the King of the Oak town, spitting my game 10 years later, ain't nothing
off wit a vengeance Blow the microphone up an leave it smokin' when I?m finished Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it So when you
heading, 10 years ago it wernt nothing like this then 5 years down the line the mood started to switch, right up to now even burning passed a shot is
niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10