[Chorus: Nigga it don't stop, so keep on your Glock it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, you servin or not how it go on the block Keep your eyes because the police they plot Don't let your get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the
I'm a asshole, every day all day E.B.K. every 24 hours Houston streets made me this way I spit it like I live it homie and the way I is dangerous Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for games with us Mad we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot we young and black that's enough to make them President bitches fall out But I got the game from J. Prince and I'm still learnin Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still On top of 22 inches of chrome and still turnin Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a but I'm still earnin Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk doin his thang too Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I you Here's a of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead And they can't the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread
(Say Ridgemont!) Mo my motherfuckin hood My Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it Cause I got love for my niggaz and I got extra chips to do it Look I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody showed That's the I ain't smilin when you see me in person I'm tryin to peep out my cause them jackers be lurkin Ain't of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll yo' head open I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the house Rov' Rangin motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth Hit my licks and get off the 'fore they get me I cash out Be down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth Barefooted on the beach bitch, me and my fam Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my
Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I gon' do it no mo' do' So listen up you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe than the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss Not a jiggalo or nothin like that, but I like to it up by smokin 'dro and some rap Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in your But if you a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat A couple of 7 2-6's right up under ya naps Hit everybody that was involved and put 'em the map I run the streets like Jackee plus I run rap I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 but I had to come back And at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz some yakkity yak That hoe-ass DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click So you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch It's Up Click 4 Life