all the old head love dawg (FLOCKA!) I ain't lettin shit slide, this ain't baseball (BRICK SQUAAAD!) Banned in 45 states cause I'm too real Waka Flocka
beat, trappin on the front street Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't
causin' static, bring me my A-U-T-O-matic, oh niggaz wanna se how we ride Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide. [Chorus] Make yo' hustle official, And them niggaz
psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go in my pocket, grabbin on my pistol But I won't pull it out til it's time to spit Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz can't
Niggaz trying to die for they chain now? You stupid fucking.. (I think you killed him!) So what? I'm hungry out here man, I gotta eat Ain't got time for all these clown niggaz
folks that throwed us on them boats should be the one's I'm losin' but naw we don't see it that way in '94 this is the real no time for play play betta
to do better bet! I said subtract so shut up that, nonsense about some solid solid.. I gots in crunk if it ain't real ain't right I'm like no matter what
that a nigga wouldn't do to Satisfy - this my bitch that ride My bitch wit the pistol in the ride A nigga act up she busting, she ain't got to decide
sucker motherfucker's riches Ya'll ain't shit And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch With a fat ass, and no I ain't dyin a trick That's asinine
rap it ain't happenin'? - Fablem farth! Still to journalism, that's your heart! And apart from responding I know the Source'll tell them don't cop him
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me I left from around them dudes, they cool but they
Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin your seed Tryin to eat? You form material needs The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool
: [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now It?s goin down
ain't gonna stop Fightin' to get paper, while the pistols pop These police hate me, and wanna close my shop Yeah, street flavor niggaz, me and my Goon
I don't want no horns blowing.. I don't want the - I don't want the drummer.. I don't want the - I don't want the drummer..
[Hook] [T.I.] I ain't talkin to Jeezy cause thats my brother ain't talkinto Face cause that's my father ain't talkin to Bun cause that's my uncle ain't
pistol, flip a O, how hard it go Man if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know Cause you ain't ready
ya skills Way underpayin ya bills Spend a day in the field So how you sayin you real Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain?t deserving My lifestyle