motha fuckin' day long until
the casket drop (real talk nigga)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for
DJ Screw (hey)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for
Big Hawk (hey)
Nigga I'm doin' this shit for Big
Steve Mafioso (hey)
I'm doin' this shit for Big
Mellow (what)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout,
I'm doin' this shit for Pimp C nigga (real talk)
That's right
all the mother fuck
in' fallen soldiers in the game nigga
(You know what
I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's real out here on these motherfuckin'
city streets, nigga
(That's alright) huh, me? I'm representing
mo city nigga RIDGEMONT 4 to be exact
That's what's up with me nigga,
five, duece hoova crip, nigga
'Til the casket drop nigga, 'til the world blow you,
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I ain't set trippin' though nigga I'm
just out here gettin' this goddamn bread
That's what it's about to me nigga, so back back a little,
I'ma show you how to do this shit
I tried to beat my felony
but I lost that case
Oh well I went to jail and I lost that weight
Met a couple dime pieces but
I'm true to one women
I can spot a devil with breasts when
I see one comin'
What's the matter,
y'all actin' like y'all mad I'm free
Like to see me suferrin' is what
you glad to see
News flash,
I ain't been doin' bad in so long
Makin' money in prison like I
was still at home
Bought a few more vehicles
and super size my house
Made a call to Paul Wall and he
re- did my mouth
I know you wonder why I'm the most
hated rapper down south
I'm so deep they can't reach
what I be talkin' about
With the same size foot,
you couldn't fill these shoes
You ain't gotta be a crip for you
to dig these blues
Where the player haters at?
It's time to hate me again
Same pistol, yeah it's dusty,
been off safety again
Same slug nose straight
5.7 ain't nothin' changed
Ain't lookin' for no trouble just
protectin' my brain
Don't want me to reach
out and touch you
Stay outta my way,
you don't give me a reason
I ain't gonna murder you man
I'm the new crack,
put me on yo hooda and blaze me
You ain't even gotta re- scope,
jus' smoke me daily
If you lookin' for a buzz
this the wrong CD
Homie don't press play unless you
ready to O.D (flat line)
Older people love my music They don't think
I'm a thug
Even little kids listen 'cause
they don't think I'm a drug
In reality I'm an ad diction
but that's a good thing
Not for television,
I'm a world wide hood thing
Record stores and dealers
movin' my shit
Bootleggers they got the real deal
but it's too hard to call it quits
And you got the nerve to call
me underground? Nigga please
Here go 14 new songs, overdose on these