Lyrics: Batman/B Williams/6 Shot/Bernard James Freeman
Music: Batman/B Williams/6 Shot/Bernard James Freeman
Yeah ****er
Fast Money,
Cash Money how we roll it out-is how we roll it in know what
I'm sayin ****er feel me ****er we just hit a lick ****er gotta bout 50 more years ****er and
I wanted to go **** with a ****er who broke bread with us first ****er so we flew to
Houston ya holla! [Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack now
I'm deep up in the streets and
I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation
I ain't gotta keep dealin it a south ****er....give a **** if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life ****er an underground boss disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real) quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a ****er one click blow the shit out a ****er (BLOAH) been bout a figure ain't stoppin till
I see it don't hate me hoe cause that's the way
I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...
Free Pimp
C and that's real
OG baby this dedicated to my niggas on lock
KS, Young
Ryno, and the homie
Lil'Block it don't stop [Chorus x2: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life) let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest) drug deals, and young niggas gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real [6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat ****er any year crisp and clear ya hear me now nothing nice break you off with a style
Fuh real coke, ****, pills-it's no joke here everybody strapped look at where
I'm at (BLAT, BLAT) ****er shits so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get killed fa sheezy while
I'm sneakin through them people forty four bags and them people in that
M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round
L-I-A uptown know ya down all that drama (???) thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know it's so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get killed ya know [Chorus] [Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to popping when them niggas go to drop e'm make e'm all run go to scatter ****er cause when you ****ing with the man he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out came through the neighborhood with the guns out ****er don't make me drop the top don't give a **** about the weather cause we still gon'shine ****er yeah and that was changeable evidence homie that's why they let
Rufus go and we was playin with paper ****er-and dropped 50 on the floor ****er so
I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the
L's out ****er and
I'm tryin to get out the **** game but
I still let them birds out [Chorus] [Birdman ad libs to end]