nigga bout my change so i'm lettin my nuts hang I run with ten ward niggas Bout it all real niggas In the steel for real nigga (Chorus) Verse Four: B.G
B.G.] Grab the triggas and blast [Wayne] Lets get filthy wit' these niggas [B.G.] Take they figures and dash [Wayne] Lets get serious with these niggas [B.G
, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops They say
my God [Girl] Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin for? [KP] This is it... run for your lives [Girl] Motherfucker quit pushin! [KP] Oh my God, run for
of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout
down assault rifle with a drum and beam totter 38 with a speed loader in my holster Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder but if i pop my trunk
up in all black, (be in all black) numb-nut I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what I'm standin' there like all mine Run through your click like
take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G. Open niggas like ki' G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB Or Steve's
return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B
B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down with us B-Legit and E-Feezie down with us My nigga
beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right
mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and
plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss. [Bun B:]
put the Rivvy on blades When I got that 'lac money I candied the Escalade Got that screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck A couple cars on my wrist
patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cuz the chopper don't miss. (BUN B) No the choppa gon
run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper
I)My major stamina Fuck all the amateurs Smokin lavender It's slightly lighter than purple with a murk My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle