Trust you to dig my grave And I trust you There ain't no worries You can't drink away I trust you You can lie awake at night Pretend not to see But you can't put that apple back up on its tree Woke up this morning

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life

Makes you smile, makes you hurt Leaves you hanging on every word A good country song Makes you love, makes you leave Raise some hell or hit your knees All I know is I think of home Grab my guitar and strum along Kick on back and sip me something strong

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty

It’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit and back popping, ho I show these sucka niggas how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow So it’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit back popping, bitch Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit Hey, nigga

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head A kiss with a fist is better then none Then I set fire to our bed Then I set fire to our bed, oh Love sticks

Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin' the scene With the gangster lean, oh, oh, oh Though you may not drive a big big Cadillac Gangster whitewalls, TV antenna in the back You may not have a car at all But just remember brothers and sisters You can

Y'all really can't fuck with us When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (Fuck with us, what) (Fuck With Us, What) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man When I hit 'em from the back