let ya nuts hang

now nigga

you don't wanna see me when my sack low

i keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

layed on a stretcher when it's pressure

man we bust thangs

cause in the streets i claim

you gotta let ya nuts hang

caught in the cycle

black american psychopathic

and i can't do right

nigga

doing wrong is my rite of passage

straight in the street life

i'm trying to interact with the 'matics

one hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic

i'm living savage

it's hot in these damn streets

shot this nigga last week

police on my last nerve

i'm a gon' make this last serve

and hit 65 south and get blowed than a bitch

you see me back in the g

then that means i'm back on my dick

back on that bullshit

full clip

don't play with a full deck

hope my pack ain't caught up

it ain't made it to my hood yet

did some niggas dirty

and i can't wait for the day they burn me

cause i showed them hoes no mercy

lord forgive me

i was thirsty

you don't wanna see me with that sack low

my name ain't jody

but i'm coming through your back door

in all black

no mask

with a.45

and if this pussy buck a lick

then it's homicide

i'm from zone 4 atlanta

where these killers ride

snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride

and if we beefing in these streets

ain't nowhere you can hide

we kill a nigga

dump his body on 285

i'm getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around

talking all that tough shit

like you've been there and you've sold that

but in real life you don't run shit

my homie called me with a big lick

10

000 bills

about 10 bricks

i'm walking in with that big stick

gonna lay it down with that dope dick