Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide right, Q U, nigga, yea yea Shit like that, what Im sayin', put these drinks up Ya Let's do this right, what? Yo
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover face
Kick some tye, big with tricks inside In too deep, tryna bricks from the side See no games, real niggaz from other hoods Car get lost, some niggaz get jooked
But God forgive me if a cross the fam the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand From my wild crew, the new guns off the roof To slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth
'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna and bust back Incredible gats, indicted for a rap They duck low enough, shots shredded they hat and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact
Hold up, this is for my gangsta And my dime little mamis timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things In the club, bent, goin' crazy
Hold up, this is for my gangsta And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, crazy
Hold up, is for my chicks in the spot All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' drops Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those
Hustle that face, seven G's ya waist Project chick, dippin' whips, the strip Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she
Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get Murda mami, set you up and niggaz get robbed her soul if a chick try to set my team I'm tying her up, rep till the of Queens All my staircase keep flippin' the jun's
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin ones Guns in the air, hit you with glocks mean you never 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 gangsta And my dime little mamis rockin' and jeans When on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, crazy
up, this is for my gangsta team And my little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap things In the club, gettin' bent, goin'
fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya Show me ya before I put two in ya face
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley on bricks Bloody ice-pick in the yard Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya 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 in they cots For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under from cops
Empty the glock, hitchu disposable gats you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap What nigga? I see you in the hood scrap Turn ya Benz to a nigga, straight like that
Hold up, this is for my gangsta And my dime little rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't to clap them things In the club, bent, goin' crazy
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, bent, goin' crazy
up South suicide Queens, South suicide Queens,