(feat. Mack Biggers)



[talking:]

You know, it doesn't matter what city or state you from

You feel me Wood (yeah yeah), you always got them type of cats

That's worried about how the next man, making his money mayn

(that's why they still walking baby), you know

So what we about to do, for you ladies and gentlemen

Me and my big bro, fin to explain how we feel about

Them type of faggots, (finna get it on baby)



[Hook:]

Everybody wanna know, how I'm gon stack my do'

Rule one I keep my focus, never trust these trifling hoes

For niggaz that be hating on me, I'm here to let y'all know

I never leave my crib, without packing my glock 4-0



[Lil' Head:]

Ok I never leave my crib, without packing

Cause niggaz get around these hoes, and start acting

Capping, like they living it up

But when you run up on a nigga, he'll be giving it up

See I'm a grown man, and for a while been on my own man

And all I know is the streets, cause this my home man

I'm from the hood, of the go-getters

Where I was taught to stick and move, back down from no nigga

I suppose niggaz, wanna know my masterplan

Face the fact I stay hustling, that's your fucking answer man

All my life, I seen a bunch of thangs

Hung around O.G.'s, and count a bunch of change

Paid attention to my dogs, now I got the game

21 years later, now I got the fame let me explain

All the hustling that I did, it finally paid off

Motherfuck a time card, and being laid off come on



[Hook]



[Mack Biggers:]

With no love for a bitch, I hit the field and pitch

A quarter brick, whipping it to 36

A fa sho thang, is a slow swang

You can catch me in the gutter, putting the fork to some cocaine

With them grimey niggaz, packing fo's mayn

Face it you niggaz basic, to getting do' mayn

You lames is square as a pool table, and twice as green

In the field I'm a pit, that's twice as mean

My SK, don't play with the sniper's beam

Nigga I smother a punk, I'm a righteous king

Count my dollars, stay low to the ground

And pop my collar, catch a nigga in my bidness

And shots'll holla, this blood on mine

Plus my block is hotter, boys playing games

Trying to stop this rider, before you get it twisted

Picture me in the kitchen, steady whipping and mixing



[Hook]



[Lil' Head:]

They wanna know do I got cash, do I have a lot of hoes

Is it that bad, that y'all really have to know

Well here's your answer, you niggaz make me sick

I think need my lanter, please pass me them pampers

Cause these niggaz, acting baby-fied

Steady whining and crying, because I'm nationwide

There go your pride and congratulate me, I know you punks glad to hate me

Cause I got do' got hoes, plus I smashed your lady

C pass the gravy, for the wonderful dish

Press the button on the Boulo, bout to fumble the kit

Surran-wrapped em, then bundled the bricks

Send em overseas, with a ease and told em go on fumble with this

And these hoes, don't make it no better

Steady roaching off the next man, instead of trying to make em some cheddar

So that's why, a nigga play the role of being broke

But if my real niggaz need, I take care of my folks no problem



[Hook]