You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala Dippin' in my blue Impala Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my Lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? It's time for all the lowriders out there Yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

My money right, my bread good (good, good) Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good! Bang bang pow pow I do my thang thang Look at me now now My money right, my money money cash up Up up and away, face down, ass up I rep my town town, that's where I'm

Baby I'm a troublemaker, I heard that you're a heartbreaker Posted up in the club, just swagging doing my thang Popping bottles with models and just watching them drank Partying so hard, the ladies don't want it to end Baby I'm a troublemaker They looked

Gotti got it Cop it, then I serve it up Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang Big choppa, big thang Let your nuts hang Who that? Don't say BBA change your mood, aye

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

I gotta be, gotta be, gotta gotta be me! March to the beat C'mon you need to see that I gotta be me You let 'em move those feet and they'll set you free I march to the beat gonna do my thang C'mon and feel this beat cause I gotta be me (ba da da dum dum

Ain't gone be no talking, while I'm doing my thang Keep it on the hush, don't say nothing Yo thang, yo thang The doors are open Sister Martha, so glad to see you Glad your parole came through Oh yea so glad everybody came out this morning We reading from

Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a fortune to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin' You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only