Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide right, Q U, nigga, yea yea Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put drinks up Ya heard? Let's do this right, Yo
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the For my one stop that be huggin' the spot Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get cake Dodgin' drinks, and hafta cover they face
Kick some tye, big truck tricks inside In too deep, tryna bricks from the side See no games, real niggaz from other hoods Car titles get lost, some get jooked
But God me if a nigga cross the fam Holdin' the heat, the streets'll me force ya hand From my wild crew, sets the new off the roof To them slick dudes, hot and workin' the phone booth
'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust back Incredible gats, indicted for a rap They ain't duck low enough, shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a fact
Hold up, this is for my team And my dime mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things In the club, gettin' bent, goin'
up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my chicks in the All my bus bitches that be pushin' them drops the gate, get it ma, get those papes
Hustle that face, seven G's below ya Project chick, whips, cruisin' the strip Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she
Kill in the club, when niggaz get hard mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed Help her soul if a try to set my team I'm tying her up, rep till the death of All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them Guns in the air, hit you with invisible That mean you see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots I'm takin' ya nigga, if you like it or not You either or get rushed, I guess not
Hold up, this is for my team And my dime little mamis timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin'
Hold up, this is for my team And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin'
Sticky fingaz, the nigga be stickin' them spots For all my gun-cock niggards, be bustin' off shots Lay in the straight, black mask ya gate Show me ya safe I put two in ya face
on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips Catch a rat nigga, leave his sittin' on bricks ice-pick fights in the yard Ten outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds Dirty cops a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in cots For my grimy niggaz, hidin' cars from cops
the glock, hitchu with disposable gats Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, a rap What nigga? I see you back in the scrap Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like
Hold up, this is for my gangsta And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, crazy
Hold up, is for my gangsta team And my dime mamis rockin' timbs and jeans it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, crazy
up South Queens, enjoy suicide Queens, enjoy