"Money Flow"
(feat. Tung Twista)

Now for some typical reason
I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah
My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
Now flex this

[Verse One: Tung Twista]

Now I just be
On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin me cause really I'm gone
In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on
They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
Down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die
You and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
Sippin After Shock
I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
Let's get parley and then crack the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow

[Chorus:]

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow

[Verse Two: Belo]

Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
Money clean like Windex
Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
So I see if I can have a fruit
A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
Smokin trees till the leaves come down
She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper
That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
But money maker want a triple take
Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C
Always checkin paper in tall ways
Pull em off the sprawlways
Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day
Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow

[Chorus:]

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
Don't you know

[Verse Three: AK-47]

Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow
Gettin paid as the night go
I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
Where's the place that you live at?
Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
So we can get it on baby just kick back
Swiggin brews and Perrier
Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
AK (to where) to the pen
And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
They ain't got long (to what) to see
Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
Go where I go Cadillac to the show
Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked
Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
I'ma pull my surprise out
Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
Let the money flow

[Chorus:]

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

[Verse Four: Nard]

Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe
And I'm pattin my back seat
I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit
Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus
Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker
Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
Get my girl in bed
Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers
That's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start
To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends
Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
Till money flow like a dreamland
But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?

[Chorus:]

Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O

"Just Ballin'"

Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately?

[Chorus (2X):]
Ask what we're doing, just ballin
Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin
Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau
Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's
I was smoking B's since I was a po po
Got the pimp to my soul, so I'll pimp till I'm old
Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)

[Over Chorus]
There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing,
Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau,
Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's
Smoking b's

[Verse 1:]
You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row,
You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention,
Should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow,
But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle,
Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though,
Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though,
Ain't got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I'm like
Really yo,
Brother's start takin so I dial until I hit the last number,
Three bad girls from last summer,
La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law,

[Chorus (2X)]

[Verse 2:]
Um, shimmy shaw,
Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes,
Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
Cause you heard that a playa just went gone,
Cause I attact all the pretty hoes,
Don Mack and it's on with the pretty clothes,
And I set off the click like a centerfold,
When I'm in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow,
Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one,
You get this "b", take a pull and I pass one,
Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass
Hoes,
I take a pose so call the ho fro,
7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know,
When I get blowed slappin that show,
From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo,
Cause I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law.

[Chorus (2X)]

[Verse 3:]
It was Don Perignon I was sippin,
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin,
Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin,
Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin,
Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin,
Violated for the thing they say after dippin,
But squash this, see it's all about the ballin,
All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin,
With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus,
Make the hoes write your taxes,
Keep it real so they know what your checkin,
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin,
Baby girl need some action,
Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson,
Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and,
Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression,
I wasn't really undressin, it's more than you're askin,
I'm at the click hittin acid,
And I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law.

[Chorus out]

"Lil Sum Sum"

Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Cmon

I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
Worldwide, but it's national
You betta ask them hoes
And ask them clothes
Who dat smokin beeds
Talkin bout she fast to go
And blow like Curtis
Double off in the lex
Let me see if she worth it
Gettin by so perfect
Gettin by so perfect
Last year I was mackin
We climbed but you grabbed too
DJ play the slow jams
Sippin Don
Never bro-ham
Oh damn, smokin beeds
Smokin beeds in my lex-land
Pass the beeds to the next man
Put it out in the next hand
Police on my day bew
Now who's them pimps that stay true
They do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
So you can blaze too
Its the pimp that laid you
I know you see me in the video's
And the radio reconition like a center fold
Analize to a nigga bigga flow
Its the hoes with the tight shhh
They used to the right shhh
Baby girl hit your lights quick
See would the mic fit
Say hello some some
Check1 check2 brand new
And its all for you

[Chorus]
Bump the ac' through the vents
Still ridin with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp

[Verse 2]
(uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh)
You can get paid where the jobs at
Ho'in aint the word disreguard that
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
And their gators on, now who started that?
Must of been a PO P
Standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
And i reach to the door like oldies
Saw me in the club
Better night then i hope is
Do you wanna have sex?
Lay back in the lex
2 rules in effect
No stains on the seats
Strap up with the tex
Just tell me what you wanna do
But you know a brotha want you
Flip a penny if we want to
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails
I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you
Baby girl come chill with me
You could learn a lot of skills with me
Lay back and be real with me
Make money on the side
We can dine and collide
Like it's supposed to be
What it ment to me?
Cuz you still need a man to
Make plans to advance you
Take a chance and you'll dance too
Uh-huh
Mic check mic check
Brand new
And its all for you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I know you're lookin for the top notch
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops
Our pimpin nation not to block
Get a fade and amazed when we do shots
Get the digits to my new spot
Not the old gotta new flaw
Come in pairs like 2 socks
Me and you against the world like 2pac
And i hope you got your crew locked
Can we puff to 2 glocks
Why you actin like your too sharp
In the caddy get you juice-nark
Better known as A to the mother fucking K
And um if its love that he want
Theres no faded umm
See I'm a pimp and it's all mine
You dropped your man now your all mine
I'ma player so it takes time
Defeat the purpose let me greet you
Better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
PHD with a see through
Did he pay? so we move
Baby girl just speak smooth
Haters hate what we do
Paper chasing for thee group

Well let me go back to front, front to back
In her face did I do that?
Get the philly's and the green from the back
Got the good game from the breeze and the macks
To the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress
Domp hat with the rest
Head shoes and the vest clothes that I
Suppose that I put em all to the test
But you can never be me though
You can learn as we grow
Spittin game with a neat flow
But i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes
CD's where the weed go?
And i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat
Remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride
Down the ave and the AC's high
You can walk or do you wanna ride
Get high, you and I (uh-huh)
Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you

[Chorus]

"Nobody's Home"
(feat. Danny Ray)

Baby it's ya perogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All i know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Yeah it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to let out or you
All i wanna do is keep in line wit you
Doin everything if it's fine with you
Lemme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while
Better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout
Silver wrist and a twist
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me
Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fly wit me
You dont need to be touched on
Makin love over rough zone
Playa hater get crushed on
Bumrushed on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat
I dont roll deep
Just a lil bit o care
Cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall
To ball wit all the blunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time
And i aint thinkin bout ya other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there

[hook]
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[x4]

My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chillin like a star
Out the ro ro
Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull
But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze
Checkin me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend dont go solo
Let's bail in your car
V-12 double-oh
Got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe
Three philly's from the store
Got a place we can go
Drie slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Roll the weed up
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater
Playa Playa baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends
Got a V-12 double-oh benz
Plus you stackin the Benjamins
Baby, puff puff pass and pull
You can get hurt like that
And why you wearin skirts like that
Do he wonder where you at
While he sellin zones you havin sex
Puttin it down
Givin up ya check
See I'm a young playa
Got game from tha vest
I can talk a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that
And oh
It's about four
My mama should be walkin in the door
So put on ya clothes
Remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what ya doin
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you
Could never be alone so pickup the phone
Baby I'm down in the zone (and nobody's home)

Oooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home

Do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know (I know) I know he be seeing you glance at me
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy
Let's go to your place just you and me
Take it slow
Dont cry dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with lies
I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing
No pain
I be ya moon stars and ya sun
No rain
See it's flamin when he leave us alone
Come close
Neverfind the brakes when I'm at your home
I wont boast
Or brag when I'm next to you
True
I do all the thangs ya man wont do
For you
So here's a few things to let you know
When you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away
From your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This G ??

Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
[X4]

Nobody's Home (Nobody's home)
(xx)

Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P,
Nobody's Home(xx)

"Still Po Pimpin'"
(feat. Twista, Johnny P)

[Johnny P]
Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)
Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)
Never can't you take my G's
Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)

[AK-47]
Ain't trippin got to split up the front
Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)
Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin
Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin
The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I'm lookin at the do' females still comin
Lookin to my left and the B's still comin
Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
Circlin the do' where the money start runnin
Took a pause, hey y'all wassup
Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car
Pulled over to the car
So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch

[Chorus: Johnny P (repeat 4X)]

Do you wanna run with me?
Do you wanna smoke my B's?
Never could you take my G's
I'm a Po P-I-M-P

[Belo]
Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty
Comin straight from the Windy
Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes, and I suppose
That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I confess, I'm here just to ball black
Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G
Go to the mall, with all of y'all
Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac
AC, windows down, with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex
I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?
Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend
Nickle dime ? fiend don't approach me
If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex
But keep on the low-key

[Chorus]

[??]
Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke
But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope
Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope
Me and Do or Die just try to cope
Sit back and like a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
It's some haters but it's still all good
Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
In the place to be to see who I can choose
Now it's time for me to make a move
Shotry what's the lead?

[Twista]
I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde
So don't be "Passin' Me By"
I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs
No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game
Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road
Devine words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold
See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method
To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
Picture how I'm mackin cold women
Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'

[Breakdown: Johnny P (repeat 2X)]

Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh

[Chorus]

[Johnny P]
Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP
Do or Die, whoahhhh-oahhhh..

"Can I"
(feat. Beyond Content)

[Hook:]
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

[Verse 1]
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers on chocolate thick and richer
Smoke the last of the grass, put the dub in glass
Start smoking wit a virgin, baby doll rest ya nerves
Recline lay on back
Instead of spend a stack, pimp really kick back,
Get some ass just like that
See I never been ahead ?? (Lexus)
That apply to (Texas)
Do or Die (Respect us, don't test us, get checked wit the tech sir)
But back to your slow lord, really wanna know about your low luv
You can stop ackin' so so intimadated by the slow flow
Hurt my feelings is a no no
Let me sit beside you at the sun beach, got me trippin off the sun heat
See you think it run me, see you think its the weed talking
Conversation on the pond, took a pause for a minute you start walking
I know its your first time, just follow your first mind
And when you lose control, I'ma smooth ya soul
But all I really wanna know...

[Hook: 2x]

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

[Verse 2]
Baby would you die for me, when I can't see give a eye for me,
Lay to the side and cry for me, when I'm in my grave say bye for me
Cause I might be, Chilling with ya blasmphemy, lay low while I past the B
If you really wanna ride when the time is right, put it off to the side come
On, ride ride wit daddy
Down past in the caddy, spittin' honey in ya ear like a bumble bee
Won't 'cha men's come run wit me, let me show you what fun can be
Choppin up from beyond the sea
Ain't this some (shhh...) still playa hate cause I kept real
Never asked for a free meal, all I asked if I work coming up from the dirt
Show me luv not a fake thrill
I'ma flirt wit the girls and um make sure that they worth time and personal
Travel round the world and um make they money while have fun, gotta have em,
Parly everday wit my homies
I will never leave you lonely, I keep it real for my homey
Feel, never down out and lonely, come on

[Hook: 2x]

Can I, roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

[Verse 3]
And they know when I be on, in the back of a caddy ridin' three strong
Roll the bees on, hit the switch on the six, roll the caddy wit d's on
To the head and the weed gone
See the mansion doors, dipping through house wit the ?? doors
Wait to you get to the marble floors, like a persian rug,
Cow gun in the tub
Ain't got the mind for luv making, cause I'll leave you where I found you at
The club shakin'
Cause I'll do you like bruson bacon
Baby maybe I'm mistaken,
It ain't no simp in me, its all pimp in me
And I can tell ya flip a g stack
And if its you let it bring three back
And now the P-i-m-p's back
Now let me rub, massage you relax

[Talking]

Baby its like P-o-P-i-m-p, olgy
But obviously, Joe don't wanna be a player no mo'
So what I really wanna know is...

[Hook: 2x]

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
[2x to end]

"Choppin Up That Paper"
(feat. Val Young)

[Chorus: 1x]
[Val Young]
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you
You know you got me lovin you
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do
You got me love-in youuuuuu

[Verse 1:]
[AK]

Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a trustin G
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin
Silly
But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,
I know you cant see it, but I'm all that
You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac
But tell me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always

[Chorus 1X]

[Verse 2]
[AK]

Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I
Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your love
And show love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
And I
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and G stacks
But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go
Through
I aint hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L double a-c always

[Chorus 1x]

[Verse 3:]
[AK]

Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit, situation
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,
So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin G shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff
To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, Chrystille, now you lady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a couple (?)
Less than Jeeps then Bentleys, VIP and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L , double a-c always

[Chorus 2x]

[fade out]

"Gangsta Shit"

Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Gangsta Shit)
(Gangsta Shit)

[Chorus]

Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this

I knew he was bluffin
High of that blunt he was puffin
Talkin all that shit
Now his whole click sufferin
Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
Shock the whole world
Its just that block keep us tied in
His own killer cried
In the spot that he deid in
Went to rest from her tears
Off the blood that he died in
We ridin'
Just becouse It's death before dishonor
An I'ma
Make you bitches pay for this drama
(gangsta shit)

Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my Hummer
It's simply eight niggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidal breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Till them players like a fist fight
Done turned into a shit site
So when its midnight
Its survival of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
Smokin bees while I bump
In this gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Niggas we just talk like men
So put your strap down
All of us are killers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or Die for life
Mutherfuckers and you know
Niggas be commin with pistol
When its time they dont show
Niggas talk that bite
What they done made
And all that dumb shit
Fool we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush shit
Throwin extra clips and all that shit
And we gone waste ya
Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
When we face ya

If a red Buick's grey'd out
Forty niggas in the black streets
Came out the Cain house
Left a nigga lyin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Couldnt see identify
Two keys and fifty G's
And one dead nigga off inside
Now we ride
Smokin bees
And contimplatin
Just be normal out
Plus we a combination
Now mark his words
Paper chasin gon get you face down
Whoosh
With one bullet I leave you face down

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

"Bustin Back"
(feat. Lil Chilla (Snypaz))

Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back [2X]

[Verse 1]

Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door
Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz
Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know
Ain't no Art of that War, fuck war
We can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet
Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep
Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep
In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city
It's a pity when you fuck with the Chi
Nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
Cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa
Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga
Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome
Infared beam an it see that your gone
Not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong
Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go
An you been up to some, no play
I'ma catch you on yo off day
Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play
Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
An yo style an yo life too
Ain't no tellin what we might do
Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew
An now I call for the right 2
Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic
BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who
Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon

[Chorus 2X]

We some murderers K-I-L-L, kill or be killed
(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)

[Verse 2]

Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo
Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes
Steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die,
The whole C-H-I gonna roll
So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal
Disrespect the wrong town, clown
Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill
Just gotta pull it, clone what
An leave yo whole click get struck
Fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked
All your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that
Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
This CHI town cap peela
Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute
Yo punk dont play so you better get a little
Nigga want war pack the ATF blast out
Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out
Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out
Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch
An shout right now from the Lexus
Fuck Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it, bitch now what?

[Verse 3]

I'm sick of all this bullshit
Watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it
Can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you
An ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two
My four-five gonna meet you, Bone
Thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory
Hit 'em all when they come wit these
Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
When you come here from that East 1999
For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
An what you lookin for, you gonna find
Losin holes in my gold gat
In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh
I know your high on green, you messed
Pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up
Cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters
An I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch
I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch

[chorus 4X]

[Verse 4]

Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion
Bullets crash we load them thangs
So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain
I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain
Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain
Say my name, A to the muthafuckin K
On that note nigga I close yo casket bastard
That flower shit thats high an drastic
Supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me
That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit
Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard
Our click to serve a bitch
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads
We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold
My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip
An leave yo whole crew sick my dick
An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones
Dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one
That all you bitches better dodge for life
You want pocket, heres yo strap (strap) fo life (life)

[chorus 4X]

"Ultimate Shutdown"

[Verse One:]

This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor
Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper
Better roll much quicker
Niggas think I'm token
Cus I'm not workin
And he ain't gonna setup shop
If I die tonight then I pay the price
But he ain't gonna take my block
Mutherfuck them down
Just give 'em them pack
They'll keep on comin
If a nig try to clown
Then I swear on mom
Better keep on runnin
Ya call yo' man
I'ma call me man
Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo'
Kill one I'ma kill ten
And thier whole damn mob
Prepare to die fo'
Keep one in the hole
Better get your jack
Cus I'm real when I roll
When I'm up in a bowl
Woulda hit him in the dark
And in the light
I still wont miss
With a gat an ??
Muthafucker I'm a go-getter
Hit a nigga in the spot
And that's so bitter
If a nigga ain't a man
He'll fo' fitter
All them eyes on yours
So you know strillah
To a po' killa
Think I'm doped gettin hype
Trippin fiend bout to explode
Dressed up black clothes
An layin them hoes
Tight when the bus gonna get low
Cus ??
Let's work from the fo' fo'
Blew the mutherfuckin' head
Like a mojo
She smelled like ho-bo
Shes scattin' dirt
Gettin work for the po-po
Shut em down

[chorus:]

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now

[Verse Two:]

Now it's my ?? brother
Older niggas and G's
For sellin weed on my spot
But how in the fuck
You gonna work my block
Im supposed to be supreme chief
In this area
And since you didn't get up with me
Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya
The bigger the merrier
I stack more G's
So Im ahead of ya
Im bettin ya
The average field of a thousand niggas
Ain't scared of ya
So you have that nerve
To cross the nation with your bitch ass
Only got one proof
That's why you kiss ass
Cover your face
While you get blast
Them unseen murderer's
Come in a dark mask
So drop your Glock before
That toe done tagged
Or get smashed
I'ma make them
Feel a hundred of Berrettas
Through they sweater
I told you I was goin' get ya
And knock you out the picture

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Now gettin my sack
Get a mutherfucker whacked
Kill a mutherfuckin nigga
Over two keys
If the bitch got beef with a nigga
Its the nigga ??
And I'm all in the face with Uzi
Shut the trick down
Where the bitch now
?? cuts them all and the bitch down
Lookin for the young punk
Put em all in the trunk
Get assualt with pump
Cus they trick made
Nigga all them flyin
Dope fiends shy'in
Callin security
It's just ya punk ass
Just ain't feelin me
Take this an that
Woke up in the mornin
And kissed the gat
Stash the patch
Pass the gat
While then fuck your nation
What you facin
Violation
Clean your neck
Off this ?? off my set
Aim for the hill
What the fuck you said
Nigga ol chief
We all to rush
Home which we all
Don't stress
Bulletproof bullets
Through your bulletproof vest
Screamin down to the rain god
Shoot for me
Get your game guy
Po-po just can't hang now
Dummie blow
Step on my toe
What you own
This life an soul
Money can't get you
Out of this hole
Here my nigga
So it's time ta unload
Fuck what your heard
It's what you told
Back up
Before you lack up
Ugh whole troop get stacked up
Ugh Max up when you act up
Shit watch me clown to shut em down

[Chorus:]

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now

Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down