[Tech I to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold pieces for my reli, peso Now they me with nothin cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go... On you ass niggaz I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash I aint the 2 on the 10 I'm vast figures You bitter, mad be fakin class with us How thinkin they gonna come and conquer us? Little Mini Cooper on a monster truck such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck Not a nare nutta brotha that conjure a... Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's Inside of ya head is what's like it's bassin Boom, Bing, All you haters in the game, lane takin aim Aint a damn sane, I get it in Want drama? Well I can fit it in We can make it so you're no a citizen from beneath you We just a little All I'm bringin the bucks in
They leave me with nothin (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh) But they aint about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)
[Big On the block it was hot to not to run from the I used to cop and used to And my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the late at Ms. White's I'm with Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We up with Vill Young thugs drugs Nigga for meals thugs jumped blood Nigga for kills was real in the field, man This was too real my homies to this shit, man This shit is for But nigga, the streets They go on the hustla All these niggaz lackin So us real niggaz Not plentiful for me no It's in the game Since I smell when foldin, man I with Strange Pour some whiskey, with me the Feds if they miss me They comin for me now nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you muthafuckin niggaz wishin me gone Big homie, Music Resurrection, I'm
They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with (Huh uh) But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint trippin on (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm bustin, (Uh huh)
Marv] All I do is sell dope and nigga talk Talk with and talk clips Ride and smoke kush with the yurner on me Drink them bottles with the flower on 'em All that loud will get a nigga a hit You see them red chucks? Yeah, I'm with the I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and lock up with you We get 'em up I wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom They call me 19-5 a nigga got 'em Click-Clack, get yanked on There's been hatin, nigga Since I home Anything a do, homie It's Federal and come with football numbers in the 4 They wanna bee a dead, man But nathin, Tech them muthafuckaz They could keep
They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh) But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh) So I aint on nothin (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh) But they aint talkin nothin (Huh uh) So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh) come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)