i know what y'all feel like doin
go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall
get mo' bout to kick in the door
split whores 'til they shit on the floor
clique more sick from when you use to see us before
keep workers on the strip that be ready for war
brick i flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
and they shit in they drawers
thick bitches in the spot
watch 'em strip for the sport
spit vicious for the block
stick niggaz for they shit
thank 'em for they support
better quit snitchin down at the court
check track a little slick and try to go on my forbes
cause we stackin like we rich
the hottest shit to bang from l.a. to the streets of new york
turn the key and drive - whattup?
make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - whattup?
we speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - whattup?
i'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - whattup?
once again you know we only come to get it - whattup?
i stay wicked now i'm back on the strip
like i went on a vacation and i'm back from my trip
nuff radio rotation like i'm sailin a ship
or when the team circle the block
truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip
get the gat out of the stash
split and fatten your lip
blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip
i credit your name with bullets
read the back of the script
my victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip
chicks love the way we roll
how the movement is thick
so official like my name's on the back of your bitch
pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch
name like the whole city now i'm changin the pitch
kick back kinda crazy when i'm holdin the fifth
think you nicer than the god
niggaz be runnin they trap
thinkin and drinkin the guinness
flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
throw the shit on the lift
one worker do the whole of the shift
i do the thing to make you open your mouth
and give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the south