Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) (Yeah, I'm right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) Where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog) What must

Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece Bust my Glock to insure that all you niggas rest in peace Yo what's your name young blood What they call you? I got, I got James, Jimmy, alright, Dean Yo I've been feeling that real JD swag lately Uh,

'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

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My

So fuck y'all niggas Buck y'all niggas Ain't no way you can touch my niggas Try my nigga Die my nigga All y'all niggas, my gats spittin' Is it real like niggas claimin', "stay to this" Let me answer that question while I'm aiming this

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

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

Real shit, real shit Night time, locs on Real big, real big I knew one day I would do it real big I know all my real niggas feel this Can't even see the stars, but we still wish Who would've ever thought we'd build this Fuckin' young bitches while they