Lil' Scrappy

Alt spelling - 4 Corners

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Question, What Ya'll Know About Swangers On A Slab?
30's On A Hummer With The Butterfly Doors, Lucky Charm Teeth Lack On Dem D's, Chevy's Sittin' High
Iced Out Everything, Stacks On Deck No Bank.
What Y'all Know About 5 Of The Hottest Young Niggas In The Game?
Bow Wow, $hort Dawg, Scrappy, Tha Boy Lil' Wayne, The Homey Pimp C
We Got A Little Story To Tell Ya'll About Where We Come From.

[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
I Come From Where A Chevy Wit A Trunk Full Of Bump Is All That's Wanted
In A Year It Don't Matter Long As You Throw Some Throw Some D's On It Mouth Cost More Than Your House
House On 10 Acres
In The Inside So Fly Niggas Call Me Jim Baker From Ohio To Texas
We So Infectious ATL To STL Is Gon' To Be Hard To Catch Us
I'm Talkin' 'About Niggas Poppin' Pills, Pills, Sippin' On Bar, Bar, Drinkin' Crunk Livin' Like It's No Tomorrow
See Out Of Towners Can't Understand 'Cause I Cut All My Words Shawt Poppin' Tags Is Mandatory
Saturday At The Mall Hoods Ain't Hoods They Cardboards & Zones Guns Car Choppers
& When It's On It's On See The Kids Can't Live Without It & It Ain't Nothin' You Can Do About It
Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It Hear Me Out See The Kids Can't Live Without & It
Ain't Nothin' You Can Do 'About It Learn How To Bounce & Get Out It & Now Answer Me This.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

$hort Dog Holla At 'Em!

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
The Boy Country Like Overalls You Know That Dawg Catch Me In A Slab The Same Color As Bowlin' Balls
Crusin' Up The Avenue I'm Probably Gon' Give You Hoe On Cop
'Cause I Ball Hard & I'm Stuntin' Just Like It's No Tomorrow
So Yesterday I Swear I Spent About 50 G's On A Wrist Watch That Shine Brighter Then The Christmas Tree
If You Was Gettin' Cheese You Would Probably Spend Too So Don't Hate 'Em 'Cause I Blow Paper Like The Wind Do
& Hop Out Clean So Watch Your Queen I'm My Biggest Baller In Houston Homey Not Yao Ming
I Mean I'm Gettin' Money Man So My Pockets Hell A Chubby & I Be Sippin' Drank That's Purple Like The Teletubbies
So When It Comes To The Women Dawg I Can Tell They Love Me They Put They Panties In A Envelope & Mail 'Em To Me, Damn.
Now How's That For Some Fan Mail?
But Me & Bow Gotta Question Know The Answer Raise Your Hand Yell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Scrap Get At 'Em!

[Verse 3: Lil' Scrappy]
Yeah They Call Me Fisher Price 'Cause All I Do Is Play Nice & I Hang Around The Gang Of Gorillas That Love To Fight
I'm The Ice Man
I'm Far Away From The Sun
But I'm Still Hot Like A Bullet Pushin' About A Gun
My Charger Look Like A Muscle Liftin' A Ton You Can Pickin' On Me
Then You Picked The Right One That's Right You Pass Another Drink & I'm Sippin' Another One
You Trust Me Up I'm Blunin' I'm Blowin' Myself A Bun
Got A Froot Loop Coup Lookin' Like Orange Juice When Them Hoes See The Truth
They Don't Be Knowin' What To Do
Yeah I'm Scrap, Scrap, The Youngest Young Nigga In The Nation
Young Nigga Quit Hatin' On The Money That I'm Makin' I'm Just Country Nigga.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

Weezy! Holla!

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Look They Call Me Wayne That Is Our Cheporone
So Far Ahead Of The Race I Don't Know Which Lap I'm On, Damn
Little Homo Young Louisiana Hit You With The 3 5 7 Like MC Hammer & Money Talks So That's My Grammar
If You Ain't About Money You Can Step Like A Gambler.
Am I The Illest Doin' This?
Hell Yeah I Am Fresher Then The Prince Of Bel Air (Me Too) & O.G. Kush Is What You Smell
Here Smokin' The Biggest Blunt's Don't Worry I Brought A Spare They Say I'm At The Top But I'm Almost There
& When I Get I Will Sit Don't Worry I Brought A Chair
I'll Put Ice All Over The Altermare But Yay Watch
Face No Time Is Hard To Tell
& I Will Do Whatever Tha Carter Shell
So Hot Goin' Out Wit Me Is Like Goin' To Hell.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?
Now What Ya'll Know About Them Country Boys Comin' Down In Candy Toys Playin' Hard Talkin' Noise?

[Fades out]

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]

[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)
I dun scratch my head unless it itchs
An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]
You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]

[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,

So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,

[Dirty Mouth]

[Verse 1]
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
But nothin but game i been given,
Stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[LA]

[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
Duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
An they know dat you's a stay trick,
All fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Don Peezy]

Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Lil' Scrappy]

Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
I'll make ya dicipitate

[Chorus]
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,
Bitch nigazz don't know me,

So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,
So stay away from hoe niggaz,

[Dirty Mouth]

[Verse 1]
Dis generation im livin, its nothin but this lil pimpin,
Im breakin niggaz like wody,
But nothin but game i been given,
Stay away from weak nigazz, consolidating my figures,
But if you cross the roadpass
And put a 10 to yo liva,
I gives a fuck about hoes,
I gives fuck about trick,
Cuz the only thing a hoe can do is To slob and nob on my dick,
So who in the you been wit,
A snappin fishes like dis,
And put the lock on yo shit and leave you dead in a ditch,
My ammunition is lethal like danny glover im armed,
Wit some shit to bust yo head if yo hoes in alarm, so back the Fuck
Out my face before you get yo ass slung, wit dis AKA-47 aim'in Write
At yo heart.

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[LA]

[Verse 2]
Bitch nigga you don't know me
So why in the fuck you try'n to
Hate,
Runnin your mouth just like some Hoe,
Bitch thats the closest thing to Fake,
All in my face just like its cool But i see right through this shit,
Talkin bout dat u my folk,
No nigga you's a bitch,
Get back boy,
I'ma be gettin laid up in this bitch, What, nigga time and time again, I done told you better
Duck nigga, Cuz if ya fake stay the fuck away
Cuz i don't like ya bitch, All my niggaz no ya,
An they know dat you's a stay trick,
All fucked up to tell ya that i ain't gon make me show ya
1, 2, 3, 4, Nigga
(Grrrraaaaaaaaaa)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe ass nigger,
You just stepped up in some shit and You ready to duck quick,
Run mothafucka stay away from real Shit, Bitch nigga might not like it
I don't like it either bitch
Pussy nigga get back
Pussy nigga get slapped
Pussy nigga get split
Pussy nigga get threshed

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Don Peezy]

Next time me and you
Cause ain't never wanna meet'cha
Yo always talkin' the bullshit
Hell no you ain't neva future
You always talkin' like a preture
But you some of the bullshit
You can meet me at the club nigga
Fuck the poolpit nigga
Fuck the damn altar nigga
I ain't sayin' salter nigga
Speakin of me let's meet at
The parken' lot
With all my damn nigga
So then we can go on and figure out
Who Real and who Fake
Cause i see through
You like glass nigga
So go ahead break
I'm not I'm the super
AKA slash, slash up in your face
Talkin' the bullshit
Another garbage and i'll
Push you away
Strike 1, Bad Mistake
Strike 2, Bad Mistake
World Series Championship
Ain't nothin' nothin' about me rich!

[Chorus (Repeat x2)]

[Lil' Scrappy]

Scrap Y'all, Scrap Y'all
Woooooooo!
Ain't that some muhfuckin' shit
Talkin' like you know me
Gonna get your punk ass hit
Put that down that's weed in the air
Keep jumpin' in my face
Im gonna knock the dreads
Out yo hair
Who that be BME you know me
Niggas tesin my clique
I'm a show ya that im a G
Yea thats the same nigga
Fuckin' your daughter
With the pimpin' out so hard
They gonna call it hoe slaughter
Sayin' im bitch shorty
Who that me playa
Even bitches save me for that
I'll never date ya
Now hoes out your face
Can you transelate
Talkin all that garbege
I'll make ya dicipitate

(Intro)
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you f**ked up, right?)
Aye yo, f**k tha police!!
And f**k you snitchy azz niggas!!
You know whudd it is!! (Matta a fact)
Aye yo nigga! (You know whudd?!)
Suck my dick!!

(Chorus)
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga (Yuh!!)
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (Let's Goooo!!)
Yeah I sell dope, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I do it fo' my folks, come and catch me nigga
Damn right I took glocks, come and catch me nigga (What!!)
I still won't stop if you catch me, nigga (C'monnn!)

(Verse 1: All Star)
I neva been fronted, if I got it - then I bought it
Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks
Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was with (The Bucks) (Oooooowwhh)
Nigga, we can git it crackin', really I don't give a f**k
Call Scrap' and cherk Buck Like, "Let's go hit 'em up!"
From tha -A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I'm just happy to see 21 candals on tha cake
And if I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face
I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (F**k!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Lil Scrappy)
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don't give a f**k if he know, you know
I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!)
Stand on tha squad car screaming "F**k tha people!"
Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!)


Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll
Gotta go and hustle, 'cause my pokets on low
Got a couplah niggas dat's gon' flip em O's
It was born in my blood, I'm gon pimp em ho's (Fo' Sho'!!)
When you see me in tha street, yeah I did it fo' tha struggle ho'
Now on my time, I'm gon' do it fo' my daughter tho
Even if I have to rob and lay a nigga on tha flo' (Aye, Aye)
You don't want no problems - just gimme what I came fo' (G-Uniit!!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Young Buck)
Posted up, on dis corna like whateva
My chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin'
We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em
They know they we ain't gone, see dis is our hood (What!!)
We wear these bandanas, not 'cause they look good (Fo' Real!)
Let's do dis fo' big took it, them niggas in the pen
Tha ones dat won't neva see these f**kin' streets again (Yeaaah!!)
So f**k tha D.E.A. and f**k tha F.B.I.
We traffican' dis shit, up until tha day we die (Bu-bu-bu-buck!)
Some say I'm out my mind, I say I'm about my grind (What!!)
Dat's why when I tell 'em I bought a phantom
They know dat I ain't lyin' (Aye!!)

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Niggas know whudd it is!
Straight up, on some real shiit, haha
I got public service work to do, haha
Yeahh!!!
Aye yo 50!!
Aye yo nigga!
You told me what dem {?} gon' do
Now I see watchu mean
F**k tha police!!
Haha..
Yeah nigga, G-Unit South!!
Yeo!!

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)

[Lil Scrappy Talking]
Hey, hey, hey [repeats during hole thing]
We on top of the world boy
Crank it (o-k-k-k)
On top of the mothafukin world (k-k-k)
This ya boy Lil Scrappy
We feelin to crank shit up
(Yea) we feelin to crank shit up
We feelin to crank shit up
Now crank it up a notch
(Yea) Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Crank it up a notch
Its goin down like this ya'll
A-town, your town
I love everybody you no what im sayin all them thug niggas
We got crunk niggas on the right, (o-k-k-k)
I say we got crunk niggas on the left (o-k-k-k)
We gonan tell all u crunk niggas to get nasty (that's what it is)
Now we'll knock a hatta out (cuz)
Cuz we some head bussaz
Im just bein me
Crank it up a notch (im just bein me)
Crank it up a notch (step your game up) [repeat]
Im just bein me
Im just bein me
Prince of crunk
Take it to another mothafukin song
That's just a intro (Crank it)

(Chorus)
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Im so addicted to makin money its funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin
The can of paint flippin and swervin it make ya pick up
Today im feelin good so im destened to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin like im richer
But chrome wheels spinnin so people can take a picture
Aint never comin flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back i be shakin them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin round
But aint no competition dug them bitches in the groung
Cause im balln like im posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they cant

(chorus)

Big bang take lil bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct i cound really give a fuck
Stay buckin the crowd and yo face staight sippin crunk
Im gettin to the money so fuck the nonsense
Im a g motha fucka i leave your head in dents
I got that action yea i make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips i load clips on the mac
And man im gettin rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
Cause i dont know what you been told
But i got gats and i got jewels
And scrappy talkin shit i fuck yo bitch on the regula
Im gettin paid look shorty i damage ya
Them hoes gon love me hatas wanna bust me
And i pitty the fool who really wanna touch me cause

(chorus)

See this money i made it
Baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a lil scrappy
And niggas dont wait ill stab ya
That 45 i grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it i did it
Bitch i switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then i keep em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now imma flip paint flip paint smoke daint daint
Money in the bank bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring
You know its blingin man
Im jumpin outta the benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
Im gettin to this paper like im supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring get my watch and my chains
Bringin pain to the gain lickin all of these lanes
A.k.a. mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if theyre pockets be hurtin
Straight from atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin paper like my name was tony montana
Its G's up so get your g's up
I dont like to get violent but ill fuck your ass up
Hey you dont really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and im still gettin bucked

(Chorus x 2)

(Chorus)
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring
Imma flip paint filp paint roll daint daint
Money in the bank bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Im so addicted to makin money its funny
My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin
The can of paint flippin and swervin it make ya pick up
Today im feelin good so im destened to pick a bitch up
Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin like im richer
But chrome wheels spinnin so people can take a picture
Aint never comin flo throw some diamonds in my jaw
Put some pipes on the back i be shakin them hatas off
Stay connected wit some head bussas hatas comin round
But aint no competition dug them bitches in the groung
Cause im balln like im posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they cant

(chorus)

Big bang take lil bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct i cound really give a fuck
Stay buckin the crowd and yo face staight sippin crunk
Im gettin to the money so fuck the nonsense
Im a g motha fucka i leave your head in dents
I got that action yea i make money with a pasion
Like E-40 with clips i load clips on the mac
And man im gettin rich so fuck the bullshit
Gotta swing on a nigga man fuck that bitch
Cause i dont know what you been told
But i got gats and i got jewels
And scrappy talkin shit i fuck yo bitch on the regula
Im gettin paid look shorty i damage ya
Them hoes gon love me hatas wanna bust me
And i pitty the fool who really wanna touch me cause

(chorus)

See this money i made it
Baby shake it for daddy
Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a lil scrappy
And niggas dont wait ill stab ya
That 45 i grab it
And cock it back and let you pussy mothafuckas back
Who want it you seen it i did it
Bitch i switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot
Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass
And then i keep em admiring my long dreds and glasses
Now imma flip paint flip paint smoke daint daint
Money in the bank bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring
You know its blingin man
Im jumpin outta the benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs
Im gettin to this paper like im supposed to be
Muh'fucka in the street label me a young G
Diamonds in my pinky ring get my watch and my chains
Bringin pain to the gain lickin all of these lanes
A.k.a. mister T the platinum version
Every nigga gonna hate if theyre pockets be hurtin
Straight from atlanta told me web was like a black pantha
Stackin paper like my name was tony montana
Its G's up so get your g's up
I dont like to get violent but ill fuck your ass up
Hey you dont really wanna taste my nuts
Make a meal out the deal and im still gettin bucked

(Chorus x 2)

Ahhh shit hahaha
When I enter the first zone
Worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up
Evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da g
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid
niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world
Me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams
pierce the dark
This is expected
A trick bitch where
is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall
when I call they name
We out laws hold your head
niggas all the same
Except some who want more
out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til
its none left
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly
Wit' accuracy
They shouldn't talk bad to me
It had to be
A motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be
A nigga that did the murder
So sad to see
Another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef
Sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release
Keep the police coastin'
Casualties
Warrant in deep east Oakland
Yolk the nigga off the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees
and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies
you silly punks try to be
But front
Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts
in a get away car
full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples
Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etchasketchin'
Dumpin' on all you punks
at intersections
Day in and day out
Ain't no easy way outs
or easy exits
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
When I hit the street
All I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tears
when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk
like I load my nine
And when I let loose
Then no crew standin' but mine
I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga
actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail
and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
What eva you do shawty
you betta think wisely
You might see me wit' a stack
in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga
I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three
and Scrap will neva sleep Aye
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
We gon' ride
Keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine
when I ride when I ride
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
all the time all the time
Don't sleep
Don't Sleep
Don't Sleep

"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna)

[Chorus:]
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up [x4]

[Ludacris:]
Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody got they killaz with 'em
Rep yo side and throw it up

Po' it up and it's goin' down
Light another blunt and it's goin' round
Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass
Later we'll screw and slow it up

If you make it fast, I can make it last
And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash
8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank
What you thank with ya hatin' ass

Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not
Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock

Big body cadillac, women in the backseat,
Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers
Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser

Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further
These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder

When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat
Otherwise you can pop back
But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at

Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck
Tell'em I'm far from sober
Cause if the po po happen to pull me over
I'm a just tell'em...

[Chorus x4]

[Shawnna:]
Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official
This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha
Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago
With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door

Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose
Get it buck, buck holla wassup
To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up

Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in
Put ya pop in, get ya roll in
Do the OC, got me open
Big diamonds, you jokin'

And I don't know what I'm gone do
But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up
One to the head like a real thoroughbread
Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it
Roll it, roll it up

And I smoke it up
Don't give a damn if I choke it up
I broke it up and I toke it up
Eyes hella red and my throat lit up

I don't give up and I don't give in
You don't get high nigga don't get in
But won't yo friend cause he want my friend
And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when

Now errbody with me pourin' up
Errbody with me hold it up
Errbody with me know, if I say so,
It's gone be throwin' up

[Chorus x2]

"Everybody Drunk"
(feat. Shawnna)

[Chorus:]
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up [x4]

[Ludacris:]
Ok, Ok, Ok now everybody with me drunk as fuck
Break it down and roll it up
Everybody got they killaz with 'em
Rep yo side and throw it up

Po' it up and it's goin' down
Light another blunt and it's goin' round
Puff puff pass you can toast yo glass
Later we'll screw and slow it up

If you make it fast, I can make it last
And I'm a nigga that's makin' cash
8 figures in the bank and I pull yo rank
What you thank with ya hatin' ass

Hehehehehe, you think you fly, I know you not
Hehehehehe, you tote yo knife, I tote my glock

Big body cadillac, women in the backseat,
Speakers steady pumpin' as I pass these losers
Yo car too small, why? cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser

Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u can't go further
These snitches is after my riches and yes I smell bloody murder

When I cock back with a drop dat can't block dat lock dat fools betta stop dat
Otherwise you can pop back
But after dumpin a round you'll be wonderin' where the cops at

Where the cops at? cause I'm drunk as fuck
Tell'em I'm far from sober
Cause if the po po happen to pull me over
I'm a just tell'em...

[Chorus x4]

[Shawnna:]
Swisha after swisha, I blow dat official
This one fo' my niggas and everybody witcha
Pop another bottle, I'm a rep chicago
With dem 22s on dat black on black gallardo, in da front door

Gotta bottle of goose you know I'm finna get loose
Get it buck, buck holla wassup
To all my niggas in back and all my bitches in front put ya cups up

Put ya drank in, put ya smoke in
Put ya pop in, get ya roll in
Do the OC, got me open
Big diamonds, you jokin'

And I don't know what I'm gone do
But I'm gone so I'm thinkin' 'bout rollin' up
One to the head like a real thoroughbread
Know what I'm sayin' let me hit it
Roll it, roll it up

And I smoke it up
Don't give a damn if I choke it up
I broke it up and I toke it up
Eyes hella red and my throat lit up

I don't give up and I don't give in
You don't get high nigga don't get in
But won't yo friend cause he want my friend
And I been on fire since I don't know when, I don't know when

Now errbody with me pourin' up
Errbody with me hold it up
Errbody with me know, if I say so,
It's gone be throwin' up

[Chorus x2]

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

[Hook x2]

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)
Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it
I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something
Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star.
Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)
Keepin it real,
Keepin it trill
Reppin the ville,
I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

[Hook x2]

"Go To War"

(Chorus: Pimp C)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 1: Lil Scrappy)
Yea, I was born military
thuggin nigga ever since
mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho
got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole
what you looking at me for
cuz im on that drank hoe
and im gone off some that mission impossible
im flexible, I still can move through traffic
if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it
go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 2: Diamond)
Look, any motherf**ka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly


all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie
we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game
ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

(Verse 3: Pimp C)
Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
body body like Master P
Showing out in the parking lot
BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones
change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
my car dangerous hit it with the sprite
hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack
if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games

(Chorus: x2)
Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
f**k where ya from and f**k how ya feel
if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war
I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car

Gone
Go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck

[Chorus]
U can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)

[repeat 3 more times]

[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
At a wimp like&nbsp;??
Through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
And dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
Bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
Know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
Fuck wit Bo

[Chorus-repeat]

[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
Straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
Midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
It to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
Ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
Scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
Yeah!

[Chorus-repeat]

[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
We bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
Some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
Business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
Brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
Hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
Pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed

[chorus-repeat]

Gone
Go ahead and buck den,stop trippin actin like u scared to buck

[Chorus]
U can buck if u wanna buck mothafucka (git gone) and be an example fo da mothasuckaz (gone gone)

[repeat 3 more times]

[Bohagon]
[verse 1]
I really ain't givin a fuck and even if I did,still wouldn't hesitate to split yo weed,pop back
At a wimp like&nbsp;??
Through da pure ass magic I disappear in traffic,a lot of folks gon hate cuz dey know I'm a fool
And dey know I'ma shit,I finally git out da school,if I spit out da tools,I'll spit out da
Bluez,don't bug it and confuse,I will not lose,I come through on shoes and why 2 hoes choose,on u
Know who,I have no clue,I just do wat I do,I just know wat I know,I'ma tell u once nigga don't
Fuck wit Bo

[Chorus-repeat]

[lil scrappy]
[verse 2]
Straight leggin up on folks wit da dubs or digits,I'll hit yo ass so hard,feel like tearin
Midgits,man wat if u say u don't like me,but I don't take(?) and threats so likely,I'm a G,take
It to da streets,its about to go down when I pull da heat,if u can't stand ma click u can kiss ma
Ass(kiss ma ass)fuck around make ya jump inda grass,but dat ain't it and dat ain't all,ma name is
Scrappy I love to brawl,gots to say dat I'm a hard head,got best inma blud cuz I'm a third bread
Yeah!

[Chorus-repeat]

[Bohagon]
[verse 3]
We bout to crank it up city to city,let me know if u wit it,if da girl is pretty,could u show us
Some titties,if da hoes are silly,if da hoes are dilly,put da hoes to a coast where dey(?)in
Business,I'm a country legend GA I'm reppin,I pull ma weapon,dat girl ain't laughin,she blew ma
Brains, bitch do yo thang,got da pussey befo I knew yo name,most niggaz are fake,most niggaz are
Hate,dey can't wait,dey try to take wats on yo plate,wat u thank dis is must not thank dis real,I
Pull da steel,don't u think yo cap can't get killed

[chorus-repeat]

[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!

BOOM

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

HJK&TG

[LIL JON] - let's rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL SCRAPPY LIL SCRAPPY Lil Scrappy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon, OKAY !!!

BOOM

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike (background - wha wha ...)and I'm ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all
I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up
We don't give a fuck about havin no click
The A got my back and ain't takin no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin rida, cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin nothin even it's twenty of you
I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g's and dub's
We ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
But I known in my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy !

We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz, we'll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

HJK&TG

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

(Lil Scrappy)
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!

(Chorus - 4X)
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

(Lil Scrappy)
I'ma get that, dough and f**k with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start
You be doin shit is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega f**kin watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga f**k fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack

(Chorus - 2X)

(Young Buck)
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes


The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got

(Chorus - 2X)

(Lil Scrappy)
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My shit gon', sell, yo' shit gon', flop

(Chorus - 2X)