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'

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

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

Get on top of that thang girl This ain't nothing to relate to You tried, you tried And you tried Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth Get on top of my thang girl Don't hold back When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall

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

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

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that

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

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