What it is man? Sup, Yung Joc, Block Yeah, you wan' know somethin'? Whatchu wanna know I'ma take this time to let y'all niggaz know I'm of playin' games, I'm tired of playin' witchu man
Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on money Your re-up shit right, nope, nope grams off nigga, get that shit right Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to
This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you You listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin' really all it takes is a couple grand Like AT&T, I reach out and I a man
Or I can let it go it ain't nuttin' man But naw it's the principle so fuck what you E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need So when it's time to bread gimme no feedback
you don't want to piss me off And I get to poppin' like we poppin' See I can't help it, just how we get down Let off a rounds, turn your smile to a frown
Yeah, I know, you think I'm 'Til I kick the do' and the goons they in Lay down on the where you keep the coke in You say, "I know" then your blood start gushin'
I done told your ass once, told your ass Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life Don't play wit it, don't wit it play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
I done told your ass once, told ass twice Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha play wit it, don't play wit it Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it
Here he come again' Mr. Murder Man on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand Fuckin' with my rubber bands, get your ass fast Chop you up and chop ya, then ya in a duffel bag
Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad Get your daughter class, ride by snatch her ass I a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin'
I ain't now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass So I'm in the good, nigga like a thermostat Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga Actin' for these hoes with my money, kinda shit is that?
I feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin' pack E'ry dime off zone, don't gimme that See it for the chrome, go on pull it out Sad service for the sucker in the parking lot
I done your ass once, told your ass twice Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life play wit it, don't play wit it Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it
I done told your ass once, told your ass Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha Don't play wit it, play wit it play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Better know the repercussions fuckin' my dividends Yeah, I got a for the hitmen your baby momma numb and I touch many fans If ye tryin' to see it, I suggest you start prayin'
All I'm sayin', try to play me like I'm soft Treat you like mosquitoes when I you with that off That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Leave your wig like you spilled spaghetti sauce
with my paper, ye ain't right I'ma them gators, in the middle of the night Let 'em split tater, in front your wife No one can save ya, put out your
You're fuckin' with my paper, ye right I'ma send them gators, in the of the night Let 'em split your tater, in your wife No one can ya, put out your lights
I told your ass once, told your ass twice Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life Don't play wit it, don't wit it Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it
I done told ass once, told your ass twice Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' life Don't play wit it, play wit it Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it
It's the big dawg, Yung Joc in the building, ya me?