Lyrics: Charles Taylor
Music: Charles Taylor
[Verse]:
These niggas out here playing, man, I swear to god
They gone make come and put one in you pussies' cars
Or better yet, man, I swear to god
I'll beat you to yo' crib, be in yo' front yard
Niggas out here playing, man, they think this shit a game (huh)
Choppa Boyz, the clique, nigga, I claim
Listen, listen nigga this murder cappy (huh)
We tuck them choppas and get murder happy
Hop out with them choppas, Osama he getting hit
Them niggas out here ****in' with bitches we been hit
That Frankie got a crazy face, that Frank Muller
I spent a lot of faces on that, word to my jeweler (huh)
Shoot a nigga all in his shit, clip like a ruler
Touchdown, we in Oak town, stackin' like hoovers
The way a nigga moving that dog, fast as a car go
Pull about sixteen bands up out my cargoes
Bad bitch, thick in the waist, crib full of marble
Hunnid bands, fresh out the safe, who want the problems?
Get the tan and serve right in front of ya', Benihanas
Nine times outta ten, these niggas don't want no problems (huh)