He, he, he,
What of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe? Like his jaw got a battery, this always know Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, my business You, somebody talk, you in mouth like a dentist We keep it gangsta, mommas love it 'cause they know it's Like UGK, we keeps it real, mobbin' the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my spill You for it, without no coke connect pills We keep it and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit features Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you We on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
Man, come on now, you done shot off just Mike Davis Lost a or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off You standin' snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on Who holds the key? No fucking it, I broke the lock off
I the top off, took the comma, period, dot off And ran on wit it and you a whole lot off I'm gettin' hot and to boil, don't turn the pot off You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' off
Release some pressure, stop all cryin' and wipe yo' snot off Excuses you be usin' for it's cheap as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop hatin' you not boss MJG, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' off I go hard and I don't and I'm not off And livin' on the rebellin' I'm never dropped off Aaron Hall, don't be afraid, bitch, call the cops off
You down behind my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You what you just done, you done shot off nigga
Now you can either yo' ego at the do' or let The unfold and check my rap sheet, bitch I'm ten million sold, I'm only rappin' cause I want to I got enough plaques, to say, my favorite Rappers told me to get on track and so I did it
Quickly wrote my down and spit it By the end of the verse say, once again, Ludacris, sit it Then I'll wipe this wit yo' and put yo' pride in the trash My whole career is like my video, I'm my ass
I keeps it, "Gangsta, gangsta!", shooters and Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a you, thank you Runnin' yo' behind my back until you run out of time but At least yo' talkin' me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit tell em grabbin' the thang And then I put it to yo' brain and everything You ever hope fo' wit the .44 be fallin' back and yacht Is what I'm drinkin' thinkin' 'bout these pigs chasin' I'm 'bout to bring the bacon
You down behind my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga
You talkin' behind my back (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you shot off nigga