Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

My niggas got a streetsweeper, air the whole block out Fuck around and blow the whole stock out Real street nigga, we gon' fuck around and pop out We gon' bend your block and we gon' spin again (spin again) If she wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend

Everytime, cause we don't play Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play It's dark, and hell is hot "who turned out the lights?" is

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end I know they ain't feelin' my

You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it (I love it) I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck (whoop!) 'Cause you know in the old days they couldn't say the shit they wanted to say They had to fake orgasms and shit We can tell niggas today, "Hey, I wanna cum,

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

0 to 100, nigga, real quick Whole squad on that real shit Real quick, whole squad on that real shit Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick They be on that rap to pay the bill shit And I don't

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

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

'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