Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Nigga for real, for real My niggas is real, for real I'm in the field for real I'm 'bout my check for real I'm 'bout my respect for real I'm shining from ear to ear My diamonds are crystal clear Roll with the paper, see them lames later

Every real nigga need a down bitch Every real nigga need a down bitch (down) Tryna build a family, need somebody I can do it wit' She gon' up the Glock for me that's my down bitch She gon' send them shots for me that's my down bitch Now I'm back up on

Nigga, I'm illy Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggaz talk shit that's silly Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? Ay, I run this city, clearly Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again,

I do this shit for my niggas I do this shit for my woes I do this shit for my bros I do this shit for my niggas, yeah Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear Lotta niggas squeal, lotta dope in the air I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated I can't

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns Its where you from South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas Fuck where you at kid Fuck where you at kid To all my Queens Duns, niggas who pump drugs To all the housing projects who rep

Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) This is anybody (Murderah) I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin

(ooh ooh) wit no remorse kid its the cold hearted Sometimes I feel I got to (get away) For these streets like a fein for crack But pullin me back Its real got a nigga goin (ooh ooh) cause no matter drama or gossip My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count