I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the

{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a

Your Niggaz! - 4X - 4X We runnin this bitch Ya'll niggaz ain't shit

I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get the money, I'm a hustler So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted

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

And there go you How much for your soul and uh Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew You got what I want I got what you need I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit Know you felt the shit just now

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'

I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This