Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,

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

Picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Clear enough for ya? Yea right Why you niggas look mad? Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

But for how long till you reach a downfall My crew worthy, blood sweat and tears And thirty years for years, extort niggas and drink beers Tired of livin life this way, crime pay Thug niggas surround y'all, 4 pound y'all Animal instinct, these niggas

Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you

Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't

You know wild bitches tellin' you lies But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down I'm ya' nigga, I'm ya' nigga It-It-It-It's here, the West side Baby MI, MI And I'm out in Miami Gettin' so high, so high Shawty' my nigga, down for whateva'

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,