i spit hits like a jukebox
stay thugged out like 2pac
everytime something new drop
it's g shit not hip-hop
i speak for those who rip glocks
and leave these haters lips locked
my underground sell mo' than your
real album ship out
my underground sell mo' than your
real album ship out
my underground sell mo' than your
real album ship out
slow down or sped up
i'll make you bob your head up
hustle till you fed up
tell you stack your bread up
falling off you'll never see
slim got long jeopardy
real hits what you get from me
me and watts like family
and i be damned if we can't do our job
and make you bob
i'm signing c.d.'s for you
your niece and your uncle rob
saying stay down
jam everything we lay down
if i can't drive to your town
i'll send this shit through greyhound
send this shit through greyhound
send this shit through greyhound
got boys from kansas
hollin' bout how they jam this
from germany to japan
they can't understand this
this ain't no local shit
we worldwide bitch
got swishahouse and boss hogg
in your ride trick
they wanna drop like us
and stack a knot like us
can't pay they bills with they skills
so they copy us
some trendsetters
some go-getters
use to be down but shit
now they bootleggers
now they-now they bootleggers
now they-now they bootleggers
hating on my profit
digging in my pocket
and i'ma do what it take
to make sure you stop it
see i got bills to pay
and plenty meals to make
and if you in my way
the ak'll spray
i make a g a day
sometimes three a day
that's times 3-65
now y'all see my pay
that's last year
next year me and e album dropping
so northside and southside
it's time to do some shopping