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[Intro - Ross]
With kush and lean on my
The big Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm bout

[Verse 1 - Ross]
Shout out to Gun - Shout out to T.O.
Shout out to Kenneth - Shout out to E-Folk
out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, we each have
Shout out to Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon - out to Big Bob
Shout out to John Doe - The hole Mob
(Shout out to Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight
Shout out to Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', of ballin blow
In the strip club 50 grand is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug
out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight
out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to P, he's so straight robbin
Shout out to - Shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love,
We both millionaires, let's make some thug
I'm paranoid too much personalia
Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for
Picture pimp, picture me the pen
With all these pretty scripters I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the is my light and my savior
So I know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em my game slay 'em
Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a
I don't give a about death
'Cuz death don't give a fuck about
'Cuz flesh don't give a fuck mine
And mine never gave a about my