Man, that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot
Slangin' that shit, for about the last 4-5 days, man
With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet
I don't even think so, I wonder, is he smoking or selling?
That shit, he had to be smoking or snortin' something
To be up for them 4-5 days
Naw, I heard he shot somebody, man
That's why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know lil' watch car been missing too, man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) rocks in my sock
Pocket full of chips (we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass)
Splittin' hater's wigs (and turn him on in, we need to, man)
(Make that little change man) stackin' me some grip
Player can you dig? (get some mo' beers or something)
Blunt to my lips (we gone do that)
Gun on my hip (need to hurry up and gone)
Rocks in my sock (turn that nigga ass in, man)
(Make this neighborhood a little bit safer man) pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs (a little bit more)
Splittin' hater's wigs (at least for us, or something)
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown, mane
If yo' ass step, I'ma be down town, mane
Fourth floor bound, mane, that's if I get caught, mane
Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault, mane
See, I gotta die, mane, don't you even try, mane
Enemies gonna bleed, once I let these bullets fly, mane
Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane
Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line, mane
I got's to get mine, mane, robbin' was the crime, mane
That, a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane
Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane
Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane
See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin' to you, mane
Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool, mane
Project ain't a duck, mane, see I know what's up, mane
Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Where I'm from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine
On a dog's ass, if his ass don't get on a grind
Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head
Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed
It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street
But the street, is the only thing I see paying me
Quarter-key, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake
Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s, mane I'm tryna' make
All I can my nigga, French ho, at a ho's house
Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio
Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho
You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me
I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet
Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal
Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?
Haters like to get a playa twisted, in that bullshitter
A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter
Yo' ass get-a, shot up by the nine mill'-a
Your cap, I drill-a, when fuckin' with a real nigga
The chrome trigga', should regulate a punk quicker
The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned, off that brown liquor
You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz
Quit spreading rumors, like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch
My trunk, is the bed for a kidnap victim
Hollow-point hit him, pull out my gun, your hands you get them
Up in the air-a, because you came to me in error
Don't want to scare ya', say you a man? Then face the terror
I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off, like a melon
Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'
It's armageddon, in North Memphis, crack, we sellin'
You pass me that potent weed, is what they yellin'
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs