Yeah, two guns up motherfucker Yeah, niggaz runnin' around yappin' with dicks in they mouth My niggaz, shit is serious, L.O.X. Couldn't even put three niggaz together And come up with this combination, faggot Shit is fo' real, yo I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high Don't give a fuck if I die 'cause my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise Coulda died ten times that made me live Sell my soul, not for no cars and gold I been through it 'cause my scars is old Remember the time I used to puff dimes And think the law was cold Back then when my mom played my father's role Now I'm a man runnin' with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit but I'm one of the best Fuck around, I might run to the west Lay low and get blunted to death Niggaz is wack, I can't say it plainer than that Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back Fuck the middle 'cause the middle do a lot and a little Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle Settle for less, a General but don't meddle my chest Die for my niggas nevertheless, can't find a nigga better than this Kiss and the louch, every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup Y'all niggas want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt I see the rollie not move but the shit still work Motherfucker, that'll make you a jerk, cocksucker Ayyo, what y'all gon' do now Y'all fucked up now, niggas How deep is your crew now Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down Y'all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y'all fucked up now I pay off blue suits that's sucio And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo, a bad bitch they kill So when you put the dogs on her, you smell massengill Summer's eve, puttin' drugs in coffee hip to the D's I play smarter, that's why my flights now be charter Ten seater, what you know about a Porsche at a meter Next to koochie freak those, tickets keep those And you can mail to my postbox down in Mel rose I ain't the nigga that you see posted on cop walls I'm that eighteen and up mami's on my balls Y'all can't figure the great one, sheek be jason not cops But that legendary nigga my pops I bust shots like bums at a bar but far from a lush Everything about this cat be plush And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt Like nothing, lift a arm, I hit those under your wing Yo, why you following this cat, hey, he about to get pushed back You could poke your chest out in the street, that's cool But in a bing this fool was like Louis rich meat We don't run from y'all, we scatter for guns on y'all What you know about two 380's inside a basketball And when it's beef, store on his side with burners on coronas We the best that ever did it, if you need us, telephone us What the fuck nigga Ayyo, what y'all gon' do now Y'all fucked up now, niggas How deep is your crew now Y'all fucked up now Don't make us heat you down Y'all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y'all fucked up now Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with kiss, find him a ditch Old school niggas tell me, I remind 'em of rich 'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips Hoppin' out a rough six with sweats and scuffed kicks I supply all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nix I done signed every autograph and took every flick I'm quite sure that I coulda hit every chick But I didn't ones that I did give 'em heavy dick All day the lox flow hotter than Broadway Election time tryin' na cop blow in the hallway And there ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally I put half where your waist at and half where your face at Yo, we in from a new spot, let somebody taste that From your street rappin's only one of my plans I got dirty south niggas payin' a hundred a gram And I could care less how much you shift the scan However you get it you supposed to hit your man But we don't hold the grudges, we control the budgets And do whatever the fuck we wanna do, nigga fuck it Ayyo, what y'all gon do now Y'all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y'all fucked up now Ayyo, what y'all gon do now Y'all fucked up © SHEEK LOUCHION; JAE'WON PUBLISHING; PANIRO'S PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com