intro

Singer: smiff, mike

niggas told me you can't go to war 'til you get your money right nigga

well i done got with the money team

trick daddy told me i can talk my shit

touche told me i can talk my motherfucking shit nigga

slip-n-slide records we the motherfucking mob nigga

mike smiff

mr. florida

mr. down south dade county turnpike south exit 6 bitch

m.i.a.m.i. we got the motherfucking streets now nigga yes sir

touche

trick yall put yall feet up

i got this shit

right hand on a stack of bibles

i will slap the shit out of one these bitch-ass niggas

dade county

we back yes sir

reporting live from the dope whole

nigga m.i.a. we got the streets in a choke whole

fuck nigga where that money at

look me in my eyes

welcome to the mind of a maniac

man

i just don't give a fuck

take me to any 'hood

drop me off

i'm 'a run it up

i'm a motherfucking rider

a hustler

go-getter

survivor

i understand ain't nobody finna give me shut

dropped out of high school went to drilling shit

young niggas slanging hammers like i'm building shit

murder one ain't nothing

i'll kill a bitch

went to jail

told the judge i was innocent

kept my mouth closed nigga

i was militant

my whole team got federal indictments

bitch you couldn't walk a mile in these nikes

still in the streets

still got that fie stuff down in my briefs

still with the smoke

my nigga still in the 'hood still selling dope

we ain't going back broke

nigga how would you react with your back to the ropes

niggas already know

i done been in that pressure and ain't never fold

slip-n-slide over anything

we don't rock tight shirts we don't rock skinny jeans

still let our pants sag

nigga pocket full of racks

nigga we don't rock man bags

finna take it back to the streets

i might rock dickies all week

i might go and buy a benz

i might mask up and break buddy roe out the pen

this that miami knight shit

that convertible bert rick brownlee and ike shit

bo diddly

bunky brown

and pop young

ump jr walker

and sunny bun

uncle al would be proud of me

in a chevy with a 3.5 on that loud on me

riding 'round with my music up booted up

nigga run up on me i'm 'a shoot 'em up

real niggas in the building

nigga what it do

bitch i'm mike smiff

who the fuck is you?

you ain't talking about money

it don't matter

young niggas in the field like a cattle

nigga we ain't scared of nothing but a gavel

a nigga still will never snitch

never tattle

always got fire like a candle

always got a bag like santa

big guns

quarter keys

and lawyer fees

alcoholics

dead bodies

and narcotics

nigga

i done seen it all

i done seen it all

i just want to ball

i just want to ball

run it up

run it up

run it up nigga

a quarter million dollars ain't enough nigga

we need ms on ms on ms

i'm trying to pull up in the foreign with the rims

r.i.p. rey day got damn

he was there when i was shooting in the gym

i done lost a whole lot

my word my balls and this glock all i got

can't stop 'til i make it to the top

can't stop 'til my pockets full of knots

redrum got sticks for the opps

riding around with them brooms and them mops

i do it for the gangstas and the thugs

i do it for the niggas in the mob

i do it for all the single mothers

i do it for the people in the struggles

i do it for the dealers and the strippers

i do it for the smugglers and the

i do it for the niggas in the pen

slip-n-slide records we gon' get it in

ain't got a job but i'm finna go to work

nigga intervene

we gon' put him in a hearse

we finna lock this rap shit down

came for the check

we ain't come to play 'round

we got the heat

we got the streets

you don't fuck with us nigga you ain't finna eat

pussy-ass nigga

get down or lay down

y'all niggas name don't hold weight now

hate it or love it

the underdogs on top

we the big black rock wilders on the block

eyes low looking like i just woke up

team full of hittas

who the fuck want what

big bucks

big cars

big trucks

ninty six tupac hit 'em up

mike smiff putting it all on the line

and slip-n-slide finna shine like it's ninty nine lil bitch

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Lyric Context: intro - smiff, mike