For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous I'm a rapper,

'Cause I ain't mad at cha I ain't, mad, at cha (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha (and I ain't mad at cha) Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't

That's all a nigga got So if it's 'bout that cream Then I'm all up in the spot I got a dollar and a dream Just a dollar and a dream Young nigga with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po'

You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No Niggas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, Nigga I'm

These are things I gotta say to you For as long you want, baby that's okay with me There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up They'll probably only let me fuck 'cause I'm next up Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir Running

Can you imagine? Before we go Picture years, with your mom Hang her picture in the sky Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life Yo Doc what up my nigga Snoop Dogg, it is what it is This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta man And I think it's time

Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can Fresh out of jail, made another milli' And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity Credit card fraud, I'm

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

I grew up in the streets without no heart Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft