[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and Gentlemen..
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
I was standin` on the corner slangin` `caine (tryna make it do what it do)
Just another young nigga havin` thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
I`m in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin` like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See didn`t nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain`t never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but `least I didn`t got caught
We don`t even use scails, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paul life, but I ain`t thinkin` `bout stoppin`Cause soon he try to quit, that`s when the feds came got him
Ain`t nothin` in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I`m still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin` wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin` in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
YEAHH
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey
Remember standin` in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat
That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain`t even came by yet
Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain`t even high yet
Spent 4 G`s or mo`, and I ain`t even fly yet
Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpinThey done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpinThink we fakin` when we spittin`, better get real pimpin`Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpinGet it how he used to live, and keep on fakin` for the women
In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin`, bumpin` pot drug-dealinSeen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block
Keep the hatin` to yourself, `cause that AK be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin` on the block wit rock, to standin` on the top
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Let`s go
1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow
Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it`s gon` snow
Told y`all I was gon` blow, kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin` 600 for an O
Ain`t nothin` to a G, shit I been here before (True)
LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, nigga I`m a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain`t even gotta floss (Haha)
Sold two million records, and half a million O`s (Damn)
Add it all up, it`s `bout a billion rocks
You can`t be serious, you niggaz ain`t fo` real
Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil` (That`s right)
Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)
I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that`s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin` ass
Wassup
[Chorus]
[Hook - Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers
Holla "WOOPT, WOOPT" homie if you see them laws
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